The theme for today’s things to go wrong seemed to revolve around drinks.

I stopped in the donut shop this morning because I had some extra time before class, and I hadn’t stopped there for a month or so, so I thought a sausage biscuit and some chocolate milk might just be what I needed to get my day going. I grabbed my chocolate milk, paid for it and my sausage biscuit, and headed out to my truck to continue my trek to school. I ate my sausage biscuit, which was oh-so-yummy, and was about ready for the chocolate milk, so I shook it up, and got milk everywhere.

I know what you’re thinking. No. I didn’t open it and then try to shake it. There was a severe milk bottle closure failure at the factory, and while the little pull tab and cap were still intact, milk sloshed everywhere. after I wiped everything up, I realized the real tragedy of the situation: this milk had not been sealed. I couldn’t possibly drink this! With tears in my eyes (I still know what you’re thinking. No. I wasn’t crying over spilled milk.), I put it back in the cup holder and finished my drive to school.

Because of a couple of impromptu meetings during my lunch hour, I only had a few minutes to grab something, so I ran to the Jack-in-the-Box closest to the school. I ordered my food, got my Dr. Pepper, took a big ole sip as I was pulling out onto the road to head back to campus only to find out that it was totally, undeniably flat. Flat Dr. Pepper. That’s almost work than unsealed milk.

So, I finished my meal, and grabbed a drink at the water fountain before class started. It tasted like dirt. Later on, after I was headed home at the end of what ended up being a pretty crummy day apart from the drinks, I stopped in to pick up a drink and a chicken salad since I didn’t really feel like cooking anything. I thought, as I ordered my Chicken Salad and Dr. Pepper, that this would be sweet, sweet 47-flavored bliss of a cool, fountain Dr. Pepper. I got it, fumbled as I was putting it in the cup holder, and (I know what you’re thinking. Just wait, you might be surprised.) luckily, I caught it before it spilled all over my phone, books, and everything else in the passenger seat.

I got home, came inside to enjoy my dinner, and took a big, long drink of my new Dr. Pepper. “Ahhhh” I said, just like my grandfather always did after he took a drink of anything, only the “ahhh” turned more into an “awwww” as I realized that for the second time today, I had gotten flat Dr. Pepper.

Open letter to restaurants:

Please refill your CO2.

Thanks,
Thursday’s Child