make lemonade.
But what if life gives you lemonade by making you forget the lemons you needed to make delicious kale salad. WHAT THEN?!
I'm imagining some sort of rift in the space-time continuum. I meet Jean-Luc Picard on the Enterprise, in the midst of a fierce battle with the Borg over the last citrus tree, on the other side. Phasers set to kill. All over a few lemons. The Klingons are there too ... because ... yeah.
That's a best-case scenario. The other end of things is actually having to make fresh lemonade. How many lemons did life give you? Like, a dozen? I've squeezed one lemon, two tops, before, and ... it kinda sucks. What if you had to squeeze eight? Lemon juice is flying everywhere (probably into one or both of your eyes), your hand starts cramping by the fourth lemon, by lemon five you're wondering if there's a better way, if maybe you should stop and buy a $300 juicer on amazon because waiting the two days for Prime shipping would take less time than finishing the job by hand. By the end of all this, you realize you don't have enough sugar handy and you've just squeezed a cup of lemon juice for no reason.
Best to throw the lemon juice into your eyes and hope karma calls it even for the day.
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