doodledee

This afternoon I went for a run. About halfway through my route, I rounded a corner and came face-to-face with three girls selling lemonade out on the boulevard. As soon as the one of them spotted me, they started yelling, .Hey! Free lemonade for runners!. Not being one to pass-up free lemonade, I yelled for them to have it ready to hand to me as I ran by. One of the girls jumped up, poured a glass, and went and stood with her arm out in the street. One perfect hand-off later, I was refreshing myself with a nice cold beverage.

Indeed it was so refreshing that I circled back around the block to see them again. As I had hoped, they saw me coming dashed out to the street with another glass. Man, that's good lemonade! Perhaps one more time? Why not, it's 100 degrees out, right?

So around I go again, heart thumping, head pounding, sweat pouring and all. As I round the corner, running for no other reason that to get some more of that damn lemonade, one of the girls yells, .You don't get any more free ones.. Curses, foiled again.

Oh, well. A morning picking strawberries, an afternoon making jam, and two free lemonades works out to be a pretty mint Sunday. So don't think I'm complainin'.