Quandries in Life Part 1: The Neverending Soda Can
This is the first part of lord knows how many part series that I’m going to run here… Okay, so I just came up with it now, but still.
I don’t know about how you guys are at home, but we keep a few 12 packs of soda around the apartment. Usually its ginger ale and root beer. You know, perfect combination right there. Sarah and I drink both of them, but usually I’m the one swiping the root beers and she’s all about the ginger ales. And the root beers. So I usually get my hand swatted a few times because I’ll finish all of the root beer before she gets to it.
Needless to say, there’s some sort of bottomless can theory that I have with everyone around me in the world. I don’t know what it is, but whenever I have a can of any soda and I’m anywhere else, it seems like I’m done with it in maybe 5-10 minutes. And then 30-40 minutes later, the person I’m with is only halfway there. And we’re drinking just the same, but there’s something about it. Are they drinking less? Are they letting it backwash into the can completely after just clearing their mouth with its soday goodness of doom? How is it that someone can spend 30-40 minutes on a single can of soda?
I’m still trying to figure this one out. But you know what I mean… Or at least, I think you do?
When I figure this one out, I’ll get back to you…
