Good times ahead

I had the pleasure of being a chauffeur last night to three young men.
A month ago my two boys and a friend decided they wanted steak, good steak. Naturally they needed money to go get the steak. How do we get the money? They thought. People have money. Where there are people, there be money. Gilbert Days parade has people. Thought another. This is where the adventure started.

After many ideas, they settled on selling coffee and snack food to the people up and down the parade route. Walking up and down the aisle at WalMart where everything is cheap they gathered their snack foods and debated on how to do the coffee. Eventually, they saw the realization that they were going to have to spend some money to make some money. A $12 investment in junk food and $25 investment in starbucks coffee boxes on the go they were ready to get to work.
In an hour and a half, they profited $80. Enough for the three of them, including tip, but not gas and chauffeur expenses to go to Monti's.
People on the parade route were amused. One woman said she'd only buy if they had sugar. They whipped out some sugar. She then said, "I meant splenda." They whipped out splenda. Then she wanted cream. They had cream. After several attempts to stump them she gave them $5 and took her cup of coffee. When people asked what they were using the money for they replied, "We are trying to stimulate the economy."
Monti's day was coming up but unfortunately, the Winter boys had to cancel due to a brotherly squabble that involved "gas", a "rock" and a "broken window". Once they were able to haul enough garbage cans, sell a D.S., and a few other things they were about to set a new date to Monti's .
Dressed in White, ironed mind you, button down shirts, ties and pants. Their chauffeur, me, got to drive them to their adventure. I stayed in the car. I organized bills, receipts, face booked, and read a book all by myself. The text came that they were through. I then asked if they wanted to go on a light rail ride.

We walked down Mill Ave. and hopped the train. We got off downtown. I walked 10 feet behind while these numbskulls walked down the street doing the "Hey Hey were the monkeys walk". They went up and down the escalators at some outdoor place across from the US Airways.

The ride back on the train they played a game called ninja. It's some weird game where you take turns trying to tag the other. I don't know but they had the whole train watching and laughing. I sat next to a gentleman that was about 25 and definitely street wise. He and his "fiance" were headed to a party. He smiled and said, "good kids, eh?" I told him great kids.

He asked why they were dressed up. The train police came in and asked questions too. They told their story. The young man next to me said, "mom, you gots good times ahead. These here boys can taste a good steak and it's on their own dime by their own work of their back. While, they should have ate least bought you a Big Mac and gives you some gas money but they is good kids. Look at them, mom. They are what boys should be."
I agree! These are what boys should be!

They are now thinking about Ruth's Chris. One pointed out it would only take about 4 parades.