I've never told anyone this...
But my family are Coke drinkers...
I mean all of them... My mom, my dad, my sister. Even my grandad and granny drink Coke. It's been in the family for generations. Who am I to not drink Coke?
Anyway, once when I was 12 I went to this community picnic. I'm from a small town, you know, and they do those sort of things in a small town. There were a lot of people there. There was a small carnival, hot dog/hamburger stands, cotton candy, bingo... well, you get the idea.
So, I'm just wandering around and there is this guy with a table and two boards propped up in the front. He says to me, "hey kid" (you know, cuz I was 12), "come over here". I wasn't sure he was talking to me, so I kind of looked around but I was the only one close by. I turned back to the guy and he says, " come on over, I want you to try something".
I honestly wasn't sure what to do. But, I was 12 and a little nieve, so I go over to the table. The guy hands me a cup and says, "here drink this". I looked at the cup and it had some sort of dark liquid in it with bubbles. I smelled it and it smelled pretty good. So, being 12 and a little nieve, I drank it. It tasted a little familiar, but a little different at the same time.
The guy then hands me another glass and says, "now try this one". So I did. You know what? The second one was full of Coke. I could tell that right off. You know, being a Coke drinker all my life. I tell the guy, "that's Coca-Cola!". And he says, "your right, but what did you think of the other one?" I tell him that I liked it a lot. Maybe, just maybe, even more than the Coke.
Well, the guy smiles at me and lifts up both the boards sitting in front of me. And would you believe that the one I picked was none other than
PEPSI!!!
As you could imagine, I was absolutely terrified. What if my family had seen me? What if one of my neighbors heard that I had drank Pepsi? Even worse, what would my minister say?
I had no choice but to run and hide. But the longer I hid, the more I wanted that Pepsi. I sat there, sweating and thinking of it...
It's coldness.
It's wetness.
It's sweetness.
Soon, I could stand it no longer. I snuck back behind where the guy with the table was. And, when no one was looking, I reached down into the cooler and carefully removed one of the can's of Pepsi. That was it. I had been reduced to hiding and theft. And all for the want of Pepsi. I took that can and hid it under my shirt. Then I ran as fast as I could behind a row of bushes. There, behind all the greenery, I opened that can. I took a moment just to stare at it. Then, when I could stare no longer, I drank that can of Pepsi. And it was goooood!!!
There!! I said it. I am a Pepsi drinker raised by a family of Coke lovers....
I took the challenge, and victory was sweet!!!
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PS Who the [censor] is Lance Bass?
