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By Pixel at March 24, 2006 at 5:59 pm. Filed in nabµf

Young Pixel stares down the desolate stretch of desert, wondering when his next customer will arrive.

Young Pixel is angry. He is also hot. So he fishes in his pocket for a quarter and buys a glass of lemonade from himself.

He feels mildly cheated, but cannot explain why.

A man in a three-piece suit walks by, but is too busy holding his suit together to buy any lemonade.

Nevertheless, it is exceedingly awkward for the both of them: Young Pixel had stared at his silhouette for the past six minutes, hoping he’d come down the road and buy some lemonade and the man in the suit had been steadily keeping his eye on the road and refusing to make eye contact.

And they both knew it.

Young Pixel grew even more angry.

The man walks by and Pixel stares down the road for the next forty-five minutes as cars drive by and nobody stops to buy any lemonade.

“This business venture is rapidly proving itself to be a bad idea.” Young Pixel remarks to nobody in particular.

Nobody in particular replies, but Young Pixel is too distracted to listen to even the most random personification of an idiom.

There! In the distance, a figure approaches, with a gun and an empty sack out. For five minutes, Young Pixel stares at this would-be robber. Then, deciding he doesn’t owe his life to his lemonade stand, he runs away down the road.

The ground opens up and swallows him whole. Nobody in particular is sad.

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