Sunday Secret

TangerineFunny, the things that remind you of youth. This tangerine tree, with its dainty little droppings of orange jewels was in the backyard of the hotel that Mister Cupcake and I stayed while I was working on a writing assignment and every time I cast my eyes on it I was overcome with my first and only venture into entrepreneurship. I was ten years-old—way before my soul began to loathe the concept of corporate greed and during the time that I realized one could capitalize on what might go to waste by taking that thing and offering it to others at a fair price.

You see, in the backyard where I grew up we had a grapefruit tree with a growth problem. My mother, armed with a hefty trash bag, would gather up the trillions of grapefruits that had fallen to the ground, dump them into a trash bag and unload them in a dumpster in the back of the ThriftiMart several blocks from our house. If our entire family were grapefruit addicts we couldn’t have kept up with the bounty this grapefruit tree provided so, in the end, there was enormous waste.

That’s when I had my epiphany. Load the grapefruits into my red wagon, go door-to-door to each of my neighbors and sell the grapefruits for a quarter a piece. On my first day I made close to ten dollars which, by my ten year-old estimation was approximately half a million dollars.

I got good reviews and delivered excellent customer service. I had regular customers who put in orders for, say, five grapefruits every Sunday morning to last them through the week. It was quite a snappy business I had going and I enjoyed the interaction with my loyal buyers.

This weekend, as I stared at the adorable little tangerine tree that we were lucky enough to have just outside our temporary home I gave that ambitious little ten year-old tomboy a high five when I thought about all that she’d accomplished with a wagon and a change purse and I admired the gorgeousness of the idea that one can never be too young to have a good idea that gives you pride and drive and purpose.

Waste Not Want Not,
Buellah the Business Man I Mean Woman

10 Comments on "Sunday Secret"

  1. Sarge says:

    I bet those juicy grapefruits tasted great mixed with a big ole splash of vodka. Not that your ten-year old self would know about the beauty of a fresh home-grown Greyhound.

  2. PJ says:

    Smarts show up early.

  3. Some young lady in the neighborhood just passed out flyers for dog walking. She is nine, and I was kind of blown away by her determination. I bet Cupcake was determined, too.

    • Cupcake Murphy Cupcake Murphy says:

      I was determined but I didn’t have flyers. Give my regards to the nine year old business lady on your street.

  4. I eat grapefruits exactly the same way I did when I was a kid;
    halved, the sections cut precisely from either side of the membrane and sprinkled with sugar.