Damn lemonaid extortionists.
So I live at the end of a dead end street. The next-door neighbors (one house before mine as you come down the street), have three little kids. Instead of sending them to camp or something, their arch-conservative Dad has decided to use the summer to teach them about capitalism and The American Way!
Which means a lemonaid stand every damn day, all damn day, staffed full-time by one of the rugrats.
I can't go home or leave home without passing a sad-looking kid sweltering in the hot sun with a pitcher of (always) warm and (sometimes) watery or (often) sickeningly sweet lemonaid. I can't drink the stuff, it's horrible. But I keep buying it because I feel bad for the kids. And I always have to stop and talk for a few minutes, which would be okay, if it wasn't ten times a day.
It's gotten to the point where I'm like, "Oh, good, it's raining, I can go to the store."
I was thinking of giving them each a ten-spot if they promised to close their little extortion operation, whaddaya think?