The shame of it all!

Last night (since it is now this morning--don't believe the posted time. I don't know what blogspot.com is smoking, but we'll have a party when I figure it out.) I had the hierarchy of soda explained to me. And he did it with a straight face!

Nick and I were eating dinner at A&W. Since A&W also is KFC you have to get chicken. The potpie is the best, but I was trying the Caesar salad. It was good, not as good as the potpie though. And since it is A&W, you also have to get a root beer float. Yum! We were finishing our meal, and I was getting too full for my float. This always happens to me. Why do they have to make meals so big? After I explained this, Nick said that I had to finish the soda, but I could leave the ice cream. I asked why. I am kind of like a two-year-old in this regard; I'll never figure out how he puts up with me. He replied "Because it's A&W... from a tap!" What's more, he said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. And that brought up the memory of my sacrilege.

Before we were dating, we were both at the same bonfire. These bonfires were the best! And Nick would usually do most of the planning. Thanks, Nick! We would go shooting, get to play with fire, build smores, and every once and a while someone would bring something completely odd to burn. We burned computers, textbooks, couches, underwear, wedding dresses, you name it and it was probably burned at one of these bonfires. Once one of my roommates brought a robot karaoke machine. She 'walked' it right into the fire. I thought it was a fitting end. But anyway.... I digress. Towards the end we had an enormous pile of ashes, and left over soda. I wanted to explode a soda. What self-respecting chemist wouldn't? When I expressed this desire everyone agreed so, I took a soda out to warm it up. All that was left was the A&W (Boy I wish I was getting paid for all this sponsership!) root beer and the equally A&W cream soda. Since I don't really care for either, it didn't matter to me which one bit it. However Nick and his roommates like root beer so, I chose the cream soda. Nick happened to walk by the can as it was warming up. He explained to me, very passionately I might add, how it was an unpardonable sin to waste A&W. I figured God would understand, and buried the can in the ashes. Besides, He always seemed more of an IBC man to me. We then proceeded to wait for it to explode. We waited…. and waited… and waited. Eventually we lost patients, and turned away. It chose right then to explode. Nick said it was a fitting punishment. I almost threw another can in.