When I was younger I tried…to sell beer out of my locker.
I would never consider myself an entrepreneur, but in high school I started a little business selling candy. It started when our high school was doing a fundraiser. We were selling candy bars to raise money, probably for some field trip or giant eagle or something like that.
I threw some Jolly Ranchers I bought at High’s Dairy Store into my candy bar box. I charged 25 cents for the 10 cents Jolly Ranchers. I sold out. So I bought* more and sold more. I branched out to lollipops and other cheap candy that could pull in a good profit.
I walked in the door of each of my classes and kids swarmed around my desk to dig through my goods. I carried my candy box everywhere: onto the school bus in the morning, to every class, and on to the school bus in the afternoon. I was known as the Candy (wo)Man.
Sometimes, my friends and I walked to another friend’s house after school. One day she had a big cooler full of beer on her back porch. I didn’t like the taste of beer, so my mind wasn’t clouded by thoughts of an afternoon buzz, but rather by $$$$$. I asked her if we could take them. Shockingly, she said she didn’t care.
So my friend and I loaded up our pants pockets (the 80s styles were great for smuggling because everything was huge, including my pants pockets), coat pockets and the fronts of our coats.
The next day, I packed up the Colt 45 (or whatever choice beer it was) in a brown paper bag, placed it on top of my candy box and stood at the bus stop. I got on, ignored the bus driver, as usual, and went to my seat. At school, I shoved the bag in my locker and considered my potential customers.
I think God was watching out for me because had I been able to get my hands on more beer, or even stronger stuff, who knows how far I would have taken it; I loved money that much. Thankfully, my dealing days ended there.
My candy sales ended not too much later, after about a month or two. I kept letting all the cool and popular kids write me I.O.U.s, because I thought if I said no they’d think I wasn’t cool – which, I’m sure, they didn’t anyway. They rarely paid me back and I, just like poor Atari, but much earlier in my career, filed for Chapter 11.
*another confession: Some of the candy, I stole. Oh gosh, I’m sad to admit it. Years later I considered going back and confessing to the High’s Dairy Store owner my crime and paying him back. But they tore the store down and a highway runs right through where it used to be. Thank goodness!
Now I’m off to wait for my parents’ calls/emails.
So, what kinds of things did you try when you were younger? You don’t have to confess anything. It could be juggling. Actually, I tried that too. I learned how to juggle from my English/Yearbook teacher, who used to be a clown, while I was selling my candy in his class.
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