Opened a lemon aid stand without realizing that lemons, for the most part, don't have insurance and now I'm at the end of my parents' driveway, behind a folding table, while ambulances full of lemons keep pulling up, juice dripping out the back, dropping off desperate lemons and not a one of them can fill out my clipboard of forms and agree to a payment structure.
So basically, you’re just squeezing the lemons.
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