How could you make a choice of vendors? One is as pitiful as the other. It’s like…you walk up to one, open your wallet and just as they think you are going to buy, you whip back your money, yell “neener, neener” and move to the other guy. There’s a tragedy, and maybe a movie script, in this.
And who wants an apple in a Depression anyway? Give me a stiff drink or a smoke or a hunk of jerky, not no stinkin’ fruit. You can’t self-medicate with fruit. Even the first people to ever exist screwed up with eating apples.
And now you mock the Depression street vendor’s choice of wares. Is there no limit to where you will go here? Though I do have to agree that apples seem a strange choice. Were they being picked off trees at homes to be sold? Or swiped from someone else’s stand for re-sale? Or from the grocery store? It’s sad. And humbling as it’s all about when you were born. And where you put your money, I suppose.
I know better than to dare you. You are not a lazy procastinatress. Dang–that would be a good blog title–The Procastinatress! The recipe looks very wintery–allspice, cloves, sort of like the chai I’m about to drink.
I think they were selling apples because this was designated apple corner. Next street over, it was plums. Next, pears. Oranges. Grapefruit.
What in the hell am I going on about? These weren’t hotdog stand licenses.
I bet the feds gave out apples as welfare or some such. Kerbey could you have Wiki’ed delved into your supply of Life in your special room if you REALLY wanted to find out? Or are you becoming a Procrastrinatress?
Some 6,000 street vendors walked the streets of New York City in 1930 trying to sell apples for 5 cents each.
Although an estimated 4,000 to 6,000 of the unemployed sold apples, they were out of business in less than a year. Overcrowding at busy street corners led to police intervention, sales were banned in many high-traffic locations, and apple cores littered the streets. Finally, even the supply of cheap apples ran out. When the price per box went from $1.75 to $2.25, the vendors saw their profits shrink, and the plan collapsed.
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They’re both selling at the same price. I wonder what would happen if one of them lowered their price to 4 cents?
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That’s how gas stations do it.
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How could you make a choice of vendors? One is as pitiful as the other. It’s like…you walk up to one, open your wallet and just as they think you are going to buy, you whip back your money, yell “neener, neener” and move to the other guy. There’s a tragedy, and maybe a movie script, in this.
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And who wants an apple in a Depression anyway? Give me a stiff drink or a smoke or a hunk of jerky, not no stinkin’ fruit. You can’t self-medicate with fruit. Even the first people to ever exist screwed up with eating apples.
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And now you mock the Depression street vendor’s choice of wares. Is there no limit to where you will go here? Though I do have to agree that apples seem a strange choice. Were they being picked off trees at homes to be sold? Or swiped from someone else’s stand for re-sale? Or from the grocery store? It’s sad. And humbling as it’s all about when you were born. And where you put your money, I suppose.
I was thinking of making some apple brandy. Found an infusion post on this awesome blog: http://boozedandinfused.com/2014/11/25/apple-spice-liqueur/ and how about skipping the spices and using brandy instead of rum? Dare me?
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I know better than to dare you. You are not a lazy procastinatress. Dang–that would be a good blog title–The Procastinatress! The recipe looks very wintery–allspice, cloves, sort of like the chai I’m about to drink.
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I think they were selling apples because this was designated apple corner. Next street over, it was plums. Next, pears. Oranges. Grapefruit.
What in the hell am I going on about? These weren’t hotdog stand licenses.
I bet the feds gave out apples as welfare or some such. Kerbey could you have Wiki’ed delved into your supply of Life in your special room if you REALLY wanted to find out? Or are you becoming a Procrastrinatress?
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I could, but I try to keep it short.
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Unlike some of us, in other words? 🙂 Or is that too long for you, Kerbey? Nah, I won’t go snow plow here. Just kidding.
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Some 6,000 street vendors walked the streets of New York City in 1930 trying to sell apples for 5 cents each.
Although an estimated 4,000 to 6,000 of the unemployed sold apples, they were out of business in less than a year. Overcrowding at busy street corners led to police intervention, sales were banned in many high-traffic locations, and apple cores littered the streets. Finally, even the supply of cheap apples ran out. When the price per box went from $1.75 to $2.25, the vendors saw their profits shrink, and the plan collapsed.
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Thank you, Kerbey. You are a princess among pauper news.
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