That Coke I Like So Much

Happy Weekend people!!  I sit here feeling gluttonous and gross because, you guessed it, I finally got my Taco Bell fix.  Never in the history of my life have I eaten Taco Bell for lunch, but as we all know, there isn’t a cheesy core burrito to be found once I make it out to Suburbialand, so today I went for it.

I honestly felt like I was cheating on Lane a little bit.  I sent him a pic of the bag with my sincere apologies and I’m sure he cried a few tears of Fire sauce.  As I sat in the CVS parking lot devouring my Quesarito (this is the glamorous life I live, be jealous), I remembered something and started laughing so hard that I almost choked on nacho cheese.

When Lane and I eat at a place that has fountain drinks that you fill up yourself, he usually gets my drink for me so that I can choose the perfect table.  You know the one…  it’s a booth obviously, it’s facing the door, with your back to a wall, and away from the restrooms.  When Lane gets the cups and asks what I want, like any good Southerner, I reply “Coke”.

Sometimes the Coke is better than others, and I always say something like “mmmm this place has good fountain drinks!” or “the drinks are always so much better when you fill them up!”  This has been going on for years.

So a few months ago at home I got a craving for Coke, which is weird because I normally don’t drink soft drinks at home.  I asked Lane if we had any, and he said he’d get me some.  Again, it was delicious.  I’m sure I made the “it’s better when you pour it” comment.  When I finished it I wanted juuuust one more sip, so I went to refrigerator.  I didn’t see any Coke at all.  No cans or liter bottles.  I asked Lane if what he gave me was the last of it.  “Nope” he replied, and pulled the liter bottle that was sitting right in front of my face out of the fridge…  “THIS is the Coke that you like so much.”

Y’all.  It was Pepsi.  I will turn in my Southerner card pronto.