Pink Lemonade

We went out for an evening meal with our son Stephen and his wife Cheri whom we were visiting in Iowa City and ate at an outdoor restaurant. The waitress asked what I wanted to drink and I replied lemonade, regular. She disappeared and about a minute later she tapped me on the shoulder and said, “All we have is Pink Lemonade, is that ok?” I said sure – a few minutes later she delivered the Pink Lemondae – in a red glass. Who could tell what color it was? Oh well…

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