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What’s the going price of lemonade in your town?

Apparently, the price, for somewhat economically depressed small towns of just a few thousand people in Maine is 50 cents a glass. 50 cents! Am I just out of touch with how much it costs to make and sell lemonade these days? I’m all for enterprising kids but 50 cents is a bit steep for something slightly more than a Dixie cup full of warm, watery lemonade.

These kids and their get-rich quick, anything less than $10/hour is a waste of my time, attitudes. If I had a bigger front lawn to stand on, I might be tempted to go out, stand on it, and shake my fist at the sky.

Did you hear about this? I shake my fist at the sky for stupid people too.

So, the Tart and I go to Funtown yesterday for our 2nd anniversary. Traditionally, the 2nd anniversary gift is cotton. Cotton? Textiles in their raw form as gifts? “Thank you so much for the bale of cotton, Eli! You’re the sweetest!” By modern standards, the 2nd anniversary requires China as a gift. Here is where I say that with China being 1 billion citizens strong, it’s getting a bit unaffordable. Really now, plateware, cotton, or Funtown? By the way, traditional and modern rules dictate that the 6th anniversary is deserving of candy or iron. Huh?

Anyway, we’re at Funtown and half of the workers for the rides and the vending are foreign and mostly from Bulgaria and Russian republics. Wasn’t there a time when jobs like these were considered nice, all-American jobs for summer employment? I would have loved to have a job like that. The Tart, from her camp counseling experience, says that most of the jobs like that are preferably given to foreigners because they are willing to work for much less than American teens. So what’s the problem here? Are summer employers guilty of being too greedy with their summer employment or are American teens, as a whole, refusing to work for reasonable wages because, for some reason, they expect more a whole lot more than minimum wage? Discuss.

I wasn’t thinking of socio-economic matters while Tart and I were actually at Funtown, though. Most of the day was similar to thoughts while atop the “Dragon’s Descent” or what you know as your standard freefall tower, “Oh god, no, I hate this, wheeeee, oh god oh god oh god, whoaaaaaa, this kicks ass, oh god oh god oh god!”