Caramel colored corn syrup, and other dreams
Last weekend I had a dream about soda. Coca-cola to be specific. I dreamt that I was someplace where no one knew me and no one knew I was on a diet. I looked over both shoulders and held out a clear plastic cup and happily watched it overflow with sugary, caramel colored soda.
And I drank it quickly, before the dream evaporated.
Strangely, when I woke up, I thought it had really happened. Then yesterday it did.
I kicked butt at the gym, then stopped at the grocery store to pick up some milk and orange juice. As a treat for working so hard, I also picked up a bottle of Cherry Coke Zero.
Later, at home, I popped it open and took a couple of big, satisfying swigs. Joe picked up the bottle and examined it.
"Is this regular coke?"
"No." Indignant.
"Um, I think it is."
Crap. It was. I felt all dirty. And used by the Coca-Cola Bottling Company, which made the Cherry Coke look almost exactly like the Cherry Coke Zero.
To share the burden, Joe drank the rest of it.
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