This is a special Happy Birthday to Tori, my daughter’s best childhood friend and part-time daughter to me.
If Tori wasn’t at our house, Niki would be at ours. They started as young entrepreneurs with the typical neighborhood lemonade stand. Not much business since we live on a quiet cul de sac with only 9 houses on the street, but the neighbors were very generous. Not limiting themselves, they soon branched out to snacks, setting up shop in the early evening as neighbors were coming home from work. Of course those snacks came out of my pantry and I never shared in the profits, but I figured it was good that they were ambitious.
Then came fall and the weather got a little chilly so I thought it was kind of cute when they set up a table inside my kitchen and expanded further with offering typical convenience store food like pasta, beans, cereal, bread…
Dinner that night was American chop suey so I grabbed a can of tomato sauce off their table only to get stopped by Tori.
“That will be $2.00 please.” (Tori was always polite)
“Excuse me, that will be $2.00 please.”
“What?! But this is my tomato sauce, I already bought it!”
“But this is our store and you haven’t paid us.”
“Well excuse me but I think I’ve already paid for this and don’t you think that $2.00 is a little outrageous for a can of tomato sauce that happens to say $1.29?”
“Well, maybe, but we don’t have any change.”
“I’m sorry Tori, but if you want to eat tonight I’m taking my sauce back.”
“But we’re running a store and restaurant here and we need it for our customers.”
“The ones who’ll be stopping once they see our sign.”
“The one on your front door.”
After a little discussion, Tori went stomping out to the front door, took down the sign announcing the grand opening of our little restaurant and convenience store and said “outta business!”
Thankfully, they hadn’t put a lot into their promotional efforts and no one really noticed or understood the sign. So, Happy Birthday Tori. We all love you and you can still join us for dinner anytime – but I’m still NOT paying twice for my own groceries.