This week, my co-worker Damien and I decided that we were going to try an experiment in making money on Saturday, our day off. Our plan was as follows: purchase a case of bottled water as inexpensively as possible, sell bottles on a street corner (preferably at one of the busiest intersections in town) for $1 per bottle, and profit accordingly.
I read this morning on Bi-Lo’s website that this week they are selling cases of 24 bottles of Deer Park water for 3.99. I sent a text to Damien informing him that I found our supplier. It was perfect, because the intersection we intended to use was actually right next to a Bi-Lo. This way, we could purchase one case of water at a time, in an effort to minimize potential damages.
At 1 o’clock this afternoon (the heat of the day), Damien and I met at Bi-Lo’s parking lot. He had brought the cooler, I had brought the money for investing in our product, and we proceeded to purchase one case of water, which, with tax, came out to $4.11. (As an aside, the look upon the cashier’s face when I asked that he give me my change (from a $20 bill) all in $1s was priceless.) After purchasing the water, we drove down the road to the Twice the Ice machine where 20 pounds of ice are sold for only $1.50. The first bulk of ice filled the cooler less than halfway, so we purchased a second bulk for another $1.50. All told, I was in the red $7.11 as we took position at our street corner, ready to sell water and make untold levels of profit. Visions of grandeur and eventually buying uniform shirts for ourselves that said WATER $1 danced in our heads. (Truth be told, Damien wasn’t quite so gung-ho about selling water,
although he was interested in the potential for profit. I assured him that, if we hadn’t sold any water after a half hour, I would certainly be ready to admit defeat and go home.)
As we stood on the side of the road with our signs that said WATER $1 and watched the traffic light cycle through three times without anybody willing to buy, I devised a new sales strategy: stand in the median. I grabbed two bottles of water, dashed across the road to the median, and almost immediately sold out of my (very small) stock. I ran back to Damien, and we decided that it was definitely a good decision to set up shop on the median, so at a lull in traffic, we carried the water cooler to the median and quickly stationed ourselves at a large interval. Damien, too, quickly sold two bottles of water in our new position. All was going well. After twenty minutes, we evaluated our sales: seven total bottles of water had been sold. The two of us high-fived each other for breaking even, and set out to continue to sell. A couple minutes later, a police cruiser pulled up next to our water cooler and flipped on his lights. Two officers crawled out of the car and indicated that we needed to come over to chat with them. I couldn’t believe what was happening. The conversation went a little like this:
Officer 1: Do you two have a permit to be selling this water?
Me: Uh, no sir. We didn’t realize we needed a permit to sell bottled water.
Officer 2: Why are you selling the water?
Damien: Well we were just doing a project basically in entrepreneurship.
Officer 1: The reason we came over here is because someone called and said that there were people playing in the street at this intersection. Obviously that’s not the case, and obviously you two have good intentions. It’s okay if you want to continue this project, but you’ll need a permit.
Me: We didn’t know that we needed a permit, I apologize.
Officer 1: Yeah, anytime you sell anything, it’s a city ordinance, you need to have a permit. Even those people you see collecting donations on the side of the road have permits for it.
Damien: So does that mean…we’re breaking the law right now?
Officer 2: Technically yes, but all you need to do is go down and get a permit.
I proceeded to inquire as to where and when I could receive the aforementioned permit, and was informed that such could go down during normal business hours, Monday through Friday, at the courthouse. Until a permit was acquired, however, we were to cease operations. All in all, the two police officers were very helpful and certainly respectful. I was disappointed that we got shut down, because I definitely think that we could have at least sold out of our in-stock product (17 bottles remain) reasonably quickly. Additionally, I was in shock that somebody actually called the police and reported us for “playing in traffic.” At least the officer recognized that we certainly were not playing in traffic.
I couldn’t help but think, however, of a similar situation which recently made national headlines involving a little girl’s lemonade stand in Portland, Oregon, and her failure to acquire a $120 temporary restaurant license. You can read about it on CBSNews.com. If that’s the same type of license I would be required to purchase in order to continue to sell water, then fuhgetaboutit. I’m not spending $120 so that I can try to sell forty or fifty bottles of water on a hot Saturday afternoon. If that’s the case, I will simply be thankful for the free bottles of water and forty pounds of ice that I received today, courtesy of the seven friendly people who purchased water from Damien and I, and be disappointed that free-market capitalism is a dying novelty in the United States.
