The 4-H stand seemed like a likely prospect. And big, big ups to them for a sparkling-clean and well-organized set-up. Not to mention grilled cheese sandwiches which are absolutely textbook--yea, even ANSI-caliber--nay, make that Platonic archetype--golden and gooey. At the tail-end of closing day, no less--a time when the cooks could have been phoning it in. But didn't. Purr....
The wind-down, no doubt, fueled a certain up-tick in marketing, namely the young gentleman who made the rounds with a $1.25/slice tray of sausage pizza. "Goes great with pie," he noted in reference to our desserts. I LOLed in appreciation of his efforts and countered, "What doesn't?" (In retrospect, I'm kinda sorry I did--it might've just been worth the extra time on the ellipticals.) Less than a minute later, the price had dropped to $1.00/slice, and less than a minute after that, one of the youngsters across the way was attempting to chisel the per-slice-price down to seventy-five cents by way of fifty. "They learn quickly," I thought (with no small amusement) during the haggling that ensued.
Which is as it should be. I only wish I'd had that I'd had such a grasp at the same age.
