Kids’ Brownie Stand Outside Weed Shop Has Pulled In $1,400 In Three Hours, Mostly From Same Six Guys

In an inspiring display of youthful capitalism, a group of local kids has amassed $1,400 in a mere three hours by selling homemade brownies outside the Evergreen Dreams Cannabis Emporium. The venture is primarily supported by a remarkably loyal customer base of six individuals who, despite the rapid turnaround, remain the cornerstone of the operation’s financial success.

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The children’s mobile baking service, identified as “Potluck Bakery,” cleverly exploits the symbiotic relationship between cannabis-induced cravings and entrepreneurial zeal. Situated within spitting distance of the weed shop, the young vendors have effectively transformed their suburban sidewalk into a miniature Wall Street.

Remarkably, the operation runs with an efficiency that rivals major corporations. Stickers on each brownie promise adherence to internationally recognized hygiene standards, while the price-point slides with impeccable precision between $2 post-purchase enthusiasm and $7 pre-purchase panic.

Local parents, whose initial concerns were quelled by a 700% return on allowance investments, seem to believe this is just the summer of 2023 capturing their children’s imagination. Reports suggest that three of the six loyal patrons have become such dedicated clientele that their own weekly grocery budgets have begun to show signs of stress.

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Questions linger, however, about the legality of the enterprise, given that no permits have been registered with the city’s Micro-Initiative Board of Child-Led Statutory Commerce (MIBSCO). Nonetheless, the efficient revenue stream remains uninterrupted under the protective shade of plausible deniability and youthful ignorance.

This morning, the plastic canopy rattled in the wind, but the determination of the mini-moguls stood firm, as did the yawning abyss of their commercial ambition. Like many American dreams, nothing truly belongs to you until it doesn’t matter anymore.

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