4 november

Two little girls operating a mixed juice stand on a street corner. No, not a lemonade stand. Please. This was their own custom blend of juices. I think it was apple, pear, and… something else. Grape? Anyway. A quarter for a tiny plastic Dixie-sized cup. I think the base of the cup was probably quarter-sized. I bet they made out like bandits. One of the two girls was eyeing X’s cellophane-wrapped roll of gas station chocolate frosted donuts. We suggested a trade – one tiny cup of juice for the six-pack of mini donuts. Melty. Delicious. No nutritional value whatsoever. She totally would’ve gone for the [wildly generous and lopsided] trade if her friend [sister?] hadn’t been there, but the other girl turned down the offer with a somewhat reproachful look. We paid fifty cents. The taste was… distinctive.