Pet Rock, Anyone?

The other day I went to the bank to deposit a check. On the deposit slip it asks if you want money back – I filled in the amount of $1.00. The teller looked at me questioningly (or was it mockingly?) and said, “ONE dollar? Just ONE?” I said to her, “Yes. Just one dollar please.” To which she replied, “Really? Just ONE DOLLAR?!”

It was obvious she wasn’t going to let me go that easily, so I explained I had seen a lemonade stand, but I was pretty sure didn’t take credit cards. She laughed and gave me my dollar as I sped out the door. The lemonade was just .25 cents, but I figured since there was 6 kids in the stand I’d let them “keep the change.” It is young entrepeneurs such as these that make me smile at days gone by…

I was about 7, maybe 8, when my friend Peggy and I sold pet rocks door-to-door. We actually just took rocks out of people’s landscape, re-selling them their own rocks. Then there was the time in middle school that a tornado hit our block and the entire town wanted to drive down our street to see the rubble. So what did I do? I made a poster that said, TORNADO ALLEY – ENTRANCE FEE $1.00 and stood at the corner of Cypress and 8th. I got a couple bucks and some really mean looks before I had to shut-down operations.

Today I enjoyed a laugh thanks to a couple boys out to make a buck. I was stripping/re-varnishing my grandma’s garage door (not stripping “while I” re-finished the garage door) when several neighbor boys crowded around to watch. They asked if they could help, but I explained that the chemicals I was using could burn holes through their bodies, so it probably wasn’t the best idea. They looked a bit dissapointed, so I jokingly said they could wash my car. Their eyes lit up, and they ran off to collect buckets, sponges, and water. They were soon back scrubbing away for hours…at one point I looked over and saw MORE mud and dirt on my white car than it had started with. I just laughed.

I know it’s tough to be a kid. Adults make you play all afternoon, when all you want to do is work to make some cash. Mean adults. Well, today I let them share in the fun of Working – and they made six very undeserved dollars by the looks of my muddy white car. But as I drove home, I looked in the rearview mirror and saw the reflection of that dorky girl with the huge teal glasses (ahem, ME!) working her tail off to make some money. And I smiled. Some things never change.

Pet rock anyone? 😉

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