“Fresh juice, get your fresh juice here! Freshly squeezed, delicious, healthy juice!” Erin shouted as she paraded back and forth our stall. She looked at me for reassurance and I gave her a thumbs up.
She continued her call for customers but most people passed us without a second look, already munching and crunching on much unhealthier options. A couple stopped in front of our booth, took their time to read the menu, but were tempted away by the delicious smell of the churros van further up ahead.
Dejected, Erin lowered her sign and joined me back behind our designated food festival tent. “Lisa! How are we doing?”
I glanced at the pile of oranges, mangos, and all other kinds of fruit. For this time of the day, the heap was still way too massive.
Not wanting to kill the mood, I put on a
