Yesterday, one of the
craziest things happened to me that I can ever remember.
On the weekends, I always go out and get my family and I food for dinner.
My wife cooks during the week, which she enjoys doing, but she gets a well-earned break on the weekend, as I go to local restaurants and fast food places to get us our dinners on Saturdays and on Sundays.
And my mother often joins us for this meal, so I am buying for four on the weekend.
This is something I enjoy doing, and with prices rising on everything, I hope that I can continue to do it.
Anyway, I went out yesterday after 4 p.m. to bring in food from Wendy’s and Burger King for the four of us, and I got the food lickety-split from the places I went to in the immediate area.
I came home with the food in my car, parked my car, and got out of the car.
What I usually do is get out of the car on the driver’s side and get the food on the passenger side, which is what I did again yesterday.
It was a little breezy, and since I had three sodas to carry back to the house, I put the first two sodas that I could grab onto the roof of my car, in the middle of the roof, and I bent down to get the other drink and the bags of food that I had on the passenger side of the car.
Like I said, it was breezy, but putting the drinks in the middle of the car’s roof has always worked for me. I have done it a million times, and never had a problem—
Until yesterday.
Again, like I said, it was breezy, but right as I bent down to reach into the car to get the other drink and the bags of food, we got a huge gust of wind, and the two drinks on top of the car blew off—
And blew off onto me!
I got a soda shower, as the two drinks—large drinks of Coca-Cola—went all over me, from head to toe, all over my head, my glasses and my entire body.
I got the rest of the food and the remaining drink out of the car, but I could barely see with all the soda all over my glasses, and my clothes felt as if I had taken a cold shower … a cold Coke shower.
I got into the house, and basically had to strip down to my civvies, and I cleaned myself up as best as I could, but that gust of wind really drenched me with soda all over the place.
When things settled down, I even told my son that he had a real “soda pop” for a father based on what had happened.
It was pretty embarrassing, but I don’t think anyone on our block actually saw it happen in real time, as they say.
My wife didn’t even see it, as she came to the front door a millisecond after the gust of wind pushed the soda off the roof and all over me.
I can’t remember this every happening before, and hopefully, it won’t ever happen again.
I mean, it’s not like I left a baby in its baby seat on top of the car—which, as you know, has happened to people who have completely lost their train of thought—or even not as pronounced as leaving a cup of soda on top of the car and driving away with it still sitting there, but this was perhaps my crowning achievement in my life of drinking soda.
Drinking soda is one thing … getting a soda shower is another.
I guess it is just one of those things that happen in life, but you just have to move on from it.
No, I did not learn anything from the incident.
Next week when I go out for dinner on the weekend, if the need arises, I will once again put the cups of soda on the top of the car, in the middle of the roof, while I get the other items I purchased for us to eat.
I won’t change anything, but yes, I will probably think of what happened yesterday when I do it, and hope that I do not have a repeat of this situation again, two weeks in a row.
As they say, there is a first time for everything, and I hope that this is the first time—and last time--that this ever happens to me.
It is as if I got my April Fool’s Day joke two weeks early, on the first day of spring, no less.
And the incident won’t stop me from drinking soda, which I have cut down on considerably, but still enjoy with my lunch and dinner each and every day.
Heck, I don’t drink alcohol, I don’t smoke anything, so this is my pleasure, and no soda shower is going to stop me from enjoying soda …
As long as it goes down my throat, and not on top of my head.
On the weekends, I always go out and get my family and I food for dinner.
My wife cooks during the week, which she enjoys doing, but she gets a well-earned break on the weekend, as I go to local restaurants and fast food places to get us our dinners on Saturdays and on Sundays.
And my mother often joins us for this meal, so I am buying for four on the weekend.
This is something I enjoy doing, and with prices rising on everything, I hope that I can continue to do it.
Anyway, I went out yesterday after 4 p.m. to bring in food from Wendy’s and Burger King for the four of us, and I got the food lickety-split from the places I went to in the immediate area.
I came home with the food in my car, parked my car, and got out of the car.
What I usually do is get out of the car on the driver’s side and get the food on the passenger side, which is what I did again yesterday.
It was a little breezy, and since I had three sodas to carry back to the house, I put the first two sodas that I could grab onto the roof of my car, in the middle of the roof, and I bent down to get the other drink and the bags of food that I had on the passenger side of the car.
Like I said, it was breezy, but putting the drinks in the middle of the car’s roof has always worked for me. I have done it a million times, and never had a problem—
Until yesterday.
Again, like I said, it was breezy, but right as I bent down to reach into the car to get the other drink and the bags of food, we got a huge gust of wind, and the two drinks on top of the car blew off—
And blew off onto me!
I got a soda shower, as the two drinks—large drinks of Coca-Cola—went all over me, from head to toe, all over my head, my glasses and my entire body.
I got the rest of the food and the remaining drink out of the car, but I could barely see with all the soda all over my glasses, and my clothes felt as if I had taken a cold shower … a cold Coke shower.
I got into the house, and basically had to strip down to my civvies, and I cleaned myself up as best as I could, but that gust of wind really drenched me with soda all over the place.
When things settled down, I even told my son that he had a real “soda pop” for a father based on what had happened.
It was pretty embarrassing, but I don’t think anyone on our block actually saw it happen in real time, as they say.
My wife didn’t even see it, as she came to the front door a millisecond after the gust of wind pushed the soda off the roof and all over me.
I can’t remember this every happening before, and hopefully, it won’t ever happen again.
I mean, it’s not like I left a baby in its baby seat on top of the car—which, as you know, has happened to people who have completely lost their train of thought—or even not as pronounced as leaving a cup of soda on top of the car and driving away with it still sitting there, but this was perhaps my crowning achievement in my life of drinking soda.
Drinking soda is one thing … getting a soda shower is another.
I guess it is just one of those things that happen in life, but you just have to move on from it.
No, I did not learn anything from the incident.
Next week when I go out for dinner on the weekend, if the need arises, I will once again put the cups of soda on the top of the car, in the middle of the roof, while I get the other items I purchased for us to eat.
I won’t change anything, but yes, I will probably think of what happened yesterday when I do it, and hope that I do not have a repeat of this situation again, two weeks in a row.
As they say, there is a first time for everything, and I hope that this is the first time—and last time--that this ever happens to me.
It is as if I got my April Fool’s Day joke two weeks early, on the first day of spring, no less.
And the incident won’t stop me from drinking soda, which I have cut down on considerably, but still enjoy with my lunch and dinner each and every day.
Heck, I don’t drink alcohol, I don’t smoke anything, so this is my pleasure, and no soda shower is going to stop me from enjoying soda …
As long as it goes down my throat, and not on top of my head.
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