Ice Cream in Paradise
Last Friday I was looking around online, and came across the following classified ad:
For Sale:
Ice Cream Shop $79,900
Gulf Boulevard
Indian Rocks Beach, Florida
Details: Your chance to have a profitable business at the beach. Ice Cream Shop with all equipment, inventory, and franchise fees. It is a franchise of Candy Kitchen. Owner will train. The owner will make all books available for inspection with an accepted offer. Shows profit of approximately $35,000. Located in busy beach shopping center with end space right on Gulf Blvd. Plenty of Parking.
Indian Rocks Beach is located just west of Tampa/St. Pete, along the Gulf coast (Just south of Clearwater Beach). I looked the shop up online, and sure enough – it’s right across the street from the Gulf of Mexico.
Ice Cream in Paradise. How friggin’ cool would THAT be?
I’ve often joked that my dream job would be selling hamburgers on the beach, but deep down I’ve always secretly hoped that one day I could open a small bakery/ice cream shop/coffee house nearby the beach, where I could be my own boss once again. Sure, it’d be hard work, but wouldn’t it worth it to have the personal satisfaction of pulling it off? You’d run your own world, and be in charge of your own financial destiny. Risky? You bet. But worth it? Absolutely.
So seeing this ad re-sparked my imagination. Could you imagine owning an ice cream shop on the beach, where by day you’d scoop up cones and sundaes for the beachgoers, and by night you’d have a sunset party as you walk along the sand? (I’d make sure to schedule my lunch break for sunset. Hey, I’m the owner; I can do what I want.) It’d be a little slice of Tommy Heaven.
Alas, I don’t have 80 grand laying around, much less the working capital it’d require to go into business quite yet. Being the Business Admin student that I am, I’m realistic enough to know what it takes, and I’m not about to jump into something without being 100 percent sure I’m ready. Which I’m not. Yet.
Ah, but you see, I am working on it. I’ll finish school in 2007, then the Lovely Mrs. G. and I will move to Florida and get settled. Then I’ll start planning. It might take a few years, but that’s okay – the ocean isn’t going anywhere. And unless new scientific research comes out that proves that ice cream on the beach causes you to spontaneously burst into flames, I suspect the demand for a double scoop of mint choocolate chip will always be there.
So the ice cream shop will have to wait for the Gressels. For a little while at least.
Still, dreams are free. And you don’t have to worry about getting sand in them.
For Sale:
Ice Cream Shop $79,900
Gulf Boulevard
Indian Rocks Beach, Florida
Details: Your chance to have a profitable business at the beach. Ice Cream Shop with all equipment, inventory, and franchise fees. It is a franchise of Candy Kitchen. Owner will train. The owner will make all books available for inspection with an accepted offer. Shows profit of approximately $35,000. Located in busy beach shopping center with end space right on Gulf Blvd. Plenty of Parking.
Indian Rocks Beach is located just west of Tampa/St. Pete, along the Gulf coast (Just south of Clearwater Beach). I looked the shop up online, and sure enough – it’s right across the street from the Gulf of Mexico.
Ice Cream in Paradise. How friggin’ cool would THAT be?
I’ve often joked that my dream job would be selling hamburgers on the beach, but deep down I’ve always secretly hoped that one day I could open a small bakery/ice cream shop/coffee house nearby the beach, where I could be my own boss once again. Sure, it’d be hard work, but wouldn’t it worth it to have the personal satisfaction of pulling it off? You’d run your own world, and be in charge of your own financial destiny. Risky? You bet. But worth it? Absolutely.
So seeing this ad re-sparked my imagination. Could you imagine owning an ice cream shop on the beach, where by day you’d scoop up cones and sundaes for the beachgoers, and by night you’d have a sunset party as you walk along the sand? (I’d make sure to schedule my lunch break for sunset. Hey, I’m the owner; I can do what I want.) It’d be a little slice of Tommy Heaven.
Alas, I don’t have 80 grand laying around, much less the working capital it’d require to go into business quite yet. Being the Business Admin student that I am, I’m realistic enough to know what it takes, and I’m not about to jump into something without being 100 percent sure I’m ready. Which I’m not. Yet.
Ah, but you see, I am working on it. I’ll finish school in 2007, then the Lovely Mrs. G. and I will move to Florida and get settled. Then I’ll start planning. It might take a few years, but that’s okay – the ocean isn’t going anywhere. And unless new scientific research comes out that proves that ice cream on the beach causes you to spontaneously burst into flames, I suspect the demand for a double scoop of mint choocolate chip will always be there.
So the ice cream shop will have to wait for the Gressels. For a little while at least.
Still, dreams are free. And you don’t have to worry about getting sand in them.
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