The Big Shake Up

Don’t you hate it when you go to open a two liter bottle of soda and it sprays all over your kitchen? And you have guests. And they get sprayed. And it leaves a mark on your counter top, and you don’t know if it’s gonna stain or not. And you try to put it out of your mind while you’re hosting these people but you can’t. And it’s grape soda.

Well, things could be worse. When I was in elementary school we had 90 minute lunches(!) so everyone could go home and eat with Mom. Well, 90 minutes would be enough time to get in a bit of trouble. We had to walk past this drug store to go back to school after lunch. The drug store did not have a soda fountain but they did have a pop machine there with ten ounce bottles. There was this eighth grade guy named Dave who would buy a bottle of soda and stand in front of the drug store in his black leather jacket and black pointy toed boots, cigarette in one hand, soda in the other, all James Dean-like. When girls would walk by he’d shake up the bottle and spray them with soda. Thank goodness he only had the ten ounces. We never knew what led him to do that. We were afraid to ask.

For old time’s sake I’ve recommended to our eighth grade reunion committee that Dave be invited to open the 2 liter bottles of ginger ale (which will have been shaken up) for the punch. These things tend to even out over time.