Deep in thought, I sped up my street just slowly enough to avoid being yelled at by people concerned with others’ safety. Only after I passed the small table off to the side of the road did I realize it was manned by two little girls with a pitcher of lemonade and clear plastic cups.
My practical mind kicked into gear: You’re already running behind today, you probably don’t even have change in your purse, you don’t need the sugar, you’re already half a block down the street, just go home!
The next thing I knew I slammed on the brakes, threw the car in reverse and hauled backwards before slamming the brakes directly in front of the little stand. I saw a concerned mother a few yards away, who watched intently as I shouted from my buzzed down window: “How much for a delicious glass of lemonade?”
“50 cents,” the oldest of the girls replied. I patiently watched as together they carefully poured a glass for me, approached the car slowly so as not to spill and exchanged the brimming cup for coins. With grins a mile wide, they politely said, “You’re welcome,” and I sped away.
By the time I turned into my driveway, this motivational speaker was bawling. No, the lemonade wasn’t that bad, but I was flooded with memories of my own little girls who spent hours curbside in our dead-end, cul-de-sac, hoping for just one car to pass and purchase their own homemade goodies, lemonade and sometimes even leftover Halloween candy.
Both my girls are away at college learning how to be real business women now. The truth is, it does go by way too fast. Remember to stop and drink the lemonade.