"Lemonade Stand Girl On A Suburban Afternoon"

Contrary to what some may believe, my mother does not drink alcohol. Only once in a while does she partake at a party or at New Year's in order to participate in the spirit of things. She drinks so seldom that sometimes she even surprises herself.

As master of all things related to selling crap, whether it be on ebay or at a garage sale, she will never turn down the chance to help run a crap selling event. The last one she dug into was in Florida, outside, on a particularly hot day. At one point she came inside, desperate for a drink, and spotted a pitcher of freshly made lemonade. She loves lemonade so it was to her delight to make such a find.

She poured herself a glass and quickly drank it, trying her best to quench her thirst. Halfway through her second glass one of her friends came into the kitchen and made a beeline for the lemonade.

"Where'd all the margarita go?"

She looked at my mom, my mom looked at her glass and suddenly felt very woozy.

"I wondered why that tasted so funny," she said.

Oh mom. Drunk at a garage sale. What's next?