I thought I had a bad day, but in retrospect, Peggy's was worse.  It all started at the motel in Fredericksburg last Thursday.  As usual, since I am really a nice guy, I got up early, got my shower, shaved and dressed, ready to head for the auction.  The last thing I did before going out the door was to wake up Peggy.  She meets me later as there is no need for her to be at the auction for the heavy set up.  I stopped on my way to drop off the room key, chatting with the staff and telling them I'd be back next week. Peggy got to the auction about 7:30 mad as a snake.  Seems the Housekeeping guy opened the door to the room while she was getting dressed (still topless!).  She screamed. He screamed and ran like hell.  I laughed realizing my checking out had caused the problem.  The housekeeper saw me leaving and figured he'd get an early start on his day only to get shocked. Later, just before opening at 9:00, Peggy ran to the ladies room as we usually don't get a chance until after the auction.  She did her business and was washing her hands, chatting with another lady when a big black guy walked in and went in one of the stalls.  Peggy looked at the other lady, and mouthed, "Was that what I thought it was?" Both ran like hell. Peggy got back to the booth muttering, "The third time is the charm.  What's next?" My day was terribly uneventful.  It was only a two loin day.  Our lowest sales day since we started the ribeye sandwiches.  No real reason why.  Good crowd, nice weather.  Just a bad day.  Of course it is still Ramadan but who knows if that is a viable reason. Friday and Saturday we were at Wards Road Walmart in Lynchburg.  Both days were good but Saturday was our second largest day ever at Walmarts, only $30 short of a record.  We would probably have broken our record but we closed an hour earlier than normal because we had to be on the road by 4:30 am Sunday and needed a little sleep. Sunday and Monday, we were at Belevedere Plantation, outside Fredericksburg for their Fall Pumpkin Festival which goes on all month.  It was a solid two days despite the unseasonably hot weather.  Sold a few funnel cakes but were really slammed with lemonade sales.   There are two ways to do lemonade.  I prefer squeezing the lemon to order, adding in the sugar water, shaking the mixture and serving it.  It is showy and keeps a crowd around the booth watching.  The only problem is that on Sunday I did a ton more lemonade than I expected, ran out of lemons and 32 ounce cups and had no time to do anything else but lemon shakeups.  After a mad dash to the nearest store, we restocked and kept going.  But I still had no time. On Monday, which was a special day with military folks invited from all of the nearby bases, I opted for the easy way which is to make five gallons ahead of time.  At least I had time to cook funnel cakes, etc.  Everytime we got a little break, we'd make another gallon or two and keep going.  Not as showy, but the lemonade is the same so the customer is just as happy. The two days was great fun for Peggy and I.  Being proud grandparents, we love events with lots of kids and had a ball  because there were millons of kids. The only problem was the damn flies!!!!!  I'm not sure if it was the fact we were out in the middle of a huge farm, remember this is Belevedere PLANTATION.  Coupled with the powdered sugar for the funnel cakes which gets on everything when the wind blows a bit.  And, the lemon juice and sugar for the lemonade.  But we had a billion flies and the little buggers bit like crazy!  I like flies about as much as I like snakes.  Maybe next weekend, I'll bathe in citronella oil before I start.  Peggy still has about a hundred flies in her car from where she loaded some of our stuff that wouldn't fit in my truck. I must also add, as much as I don't want to admit it, there was one other slight problem.  Sometime Sunday, while we were at our busiest, a lady asked for some ice for her baby's sippy cup.  I asked Peggy to get it as I had had four or five orders for lemonade.  So, she went behind me to get to the ice chest.  I finished one order, grabbed the next cup and turned to fill it with ice.  Peggy was between me and the cooler so I just grabbed her by the waist and moved her out of the way.  She was ready to kill me---rightly so.  The bad part is I have no recollection of even doing it.  Later, when she told me, I was flabbergasted.  I had asked her to do something and then pushed her out of the way, in front of a bunch of customers.  Does getting down on yours knees and begging for forgiveness ring a bell? This week is just as crazy.  Thursday at the auction.  Back home on Friday for the Jefferson Forest-Amherst football game, and back to Belevedere on Saturday and Sunday.  Think I might be getting tired of driving?