Lemonade
All that could be heard was the sound of the squeezing lemonds throughout the small shop. The patron of the lemonade shop was standing outside the door, waiting or looking for customers. He had on him an apron (a white apron) that had a large lemon printed on it. So happy that lemon was, with its little smile opening up right where the curve on the side began.
Inside, the squishy sound of lemons permeated the flow of the whole room. A scruffy-looking young man was squeezing the lemons. He was putting much effort into squeezing his lemons. He had one hand on his lemon, the other on his lemon squeezing device.
The way he handled the lemons was unusual. Upon further examination one could be able to see that each lemon was so meticulously squeezed that even the pulp remains that are usually left sticking to the edges of the lemon were cleaned off. The resulting lemons were empty and floppy orbs of fruit.
Finally a customer arrives.
The owner and his apron smile and then beckon her in. A young lady in her 30s with one of the top hats that people see in movies. She chose one of the distinct chairs to sit in ( a lemon chair ) which also happens to be smiling.
The resulting image? A woman dressed in black, with a top hat (looking like a movie star thats not in a movie), seated on a yellow lemon by a round glass table. She orders the largest bit of lemonade that is on the menu.
The scruffy boy, he is so excited. He has never had to make the large size for one person, since usually it is a group of three or more that shares it. He wondered whether or not this lady could drink it all, or whether she would spend hours trying to finish it. He himself had tried to finish one once before but he had failed in this greatest task.
So would she succeed where he had fallen short?? He kept these thoughts rushing through his head even as he meticulously scraped and squeezed each lemon by hand..
And finally after three long minutes of waiting with the smell of lemons floating lazily through the air, accebted by slight squishing sounds, the grand lemonade was finished.
Slowly he handed it to her. His every thought and expectation resting on this glass... and it was then that she rose up, lemonade in hand, and strolled out the door without taking a single SIP.
Oh the anguish that befell the poor lemonade squeezer. Not being able to watch his beloved lemonade get consumed-
The anguish was too much..
He had only one thing left to do, and that was make a small lemonade and drink it himself.
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