It's 9:30 this evening, I'm in the left-turn lane at the corner of 1300 E and 2100 So. Across the street from me, in the crosswalk in front of the middle eastbound lanes are 2 ducks. Just sitting there, probably discussing who was going to pay for dinner at KFC. A car pulls up right in front of them and they decide it's time to leave. But not like normal, where they run off. They just casually walk across the street, staying in the crosswalk the whole way, heading off towards the park as my light turned green and I left. My guess is they headed back home to get their wallet.
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Coke,
Diet Coke,
Coke,
Cherry Coke,
Blackcherry-Vanilla Coke,
Coke with Lime,
Coke Zero,
Cherry Coke Zero,
Diet Blackcherry-Vanilla Coke,
Caffein Free Diet Coke,
Diet Coke with Lime.
Not to mention 4 different kinds of Dr. Pepper and 2 different Sprites.
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And what do I find as I'm restocking the drink cooler at the Chevron?
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Diet Coke Plus.
plus vitamins and minerals.
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Seriously, when does one more choice become too much? Have you ever looked at a well stocked energy drink fridge? Gotta be 30 different kinds, and that doesn't even count the many different energy-alcohol drinks you can now get. Man, reminds me of that scene in "Back to the future"...... (this is in no way intended to be an exact quote, I'm citing it from memory, and, um, most of you know my memory)
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"Gimme a Pepsi Free"
"Kid, if you want a Pepsi, you gotta pay for it"
"Ok, how about a Tab?"
"How can I give you a tab if you haven't ordered anything"
"Just give me something without sugar"
"One coffee...."
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Ciao, Abbia un giorno grande o non, la scelta รจ la vostra.
4 comments:
(from France ; I apologize for not using a fluent English) It is not exactly a "KFC" story, but it is a multiple choice story. It was in the mid-1960s. Max and his wife, with a couple of friends, were making the drive-across-the-country, and of course had every morning breakfast in a new place. In one of them the charming person who was in charge, with paper and pencil in hand, to note everyone's choice, just asked Max : -and how do you want your eggs, to-day ?
Well... Though Max had left Europe in 1928, and though he had a perfect knowledge of the American uses, there was here like a tremendous cultural clash : you cannot imagine, in Europe, someone to be faced to such a question, coming from someone he never met before.
But Max did not remain for a long time, in an uncomfortable position. He just turned to his wife, and after a short moment of silence, asked her : -how do I want my eggs, to-day ?
First of all, it's kind of cool that my page is being read by someone in France, especially someone that knew the original Max. (He knows some facts about Max, and the story sounds just like the man I knew). It brought me right back to the mid-1980's when Dad, Alex and I went to NYC to move them (Max and his wife) out to Salt Lake City. Almost everything was packed up, except for the diningroom table and chairs (naturally, the last place to go in their house would be where family and friends dine). We were all playing cards, (hope I spell it right) scala-quarante probably, and Nonnie started singing, lowly at first and never getting louder than backround level. Well, Nunu (Max) was, as usual, concentrating heavily on what he was doing, and although he gave no outward signs, the singing must have been getting on his nerves because after a few minutes he says, quietly and emotion free "Fiorina, have mercy" and proceeds to take his turn.
I can read just enough Italian to figure out what you posted at the end of this, and I am amused....
(from France) an other multiple choice problem to which Max soon was faced, after 1928, was : on what page of the paper, was he supposed to put a signature ? But here too it seems that he was not too long in trouble, as it appears from a june 1933 letter to Joseph Ishill : "I regularly write three, four or five pages of L'Adunata every issue, if I had to sign every item, the whole paper would be an exhibition of my signature, so I sign only the most controversial matter, and do not sign the rest taking for granted that readers attribute it to the editor".
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