In order to set the scene for these rambling musings I need to take you back to LD=4 (Leipzig Day number 4). We are currently LD=188. For those who unlocked the human calculator inside of them, that's just over 6 months. We are 6 down, and 7 to go. The next 7 months will be filled with some exciting trips and perhaps the pursuit of gainful employment within the Continental United States- stars n bars. But I digress, as usual.
If you recall, and we certainly do, when we first moved here our moods were less than cheerful. The going was tough and the degree of uncertainty was high, so in an effort to console our collective hearts in a deep dish pan of grease wheel we decided to patronize Pizza Hut in the Haupbahnhof. We were excited. It looked like a Pizza Hut. It smelled like a Pizza Hut. Only problem was it did not TASTE like Pizza Hut. However, what tipped us over the edge to quiet, self-pitying tears was the soft drinks. L Mama and I had ordered Fanta Orange and upon being delivered to our table we were relieved to see the bright orange cans. It was served with a glass (sans ice of course) and when we opened the can and poured our gorgeous orange sugar water into the glass we were horrified at the result. The color was pee yellow, and despite reservations, we decided to taste it. The result was the tip of the iceberg pushing us over the edge from depressed but hanging in there to miserable and shouldn't be left alone with anything sharp.
Now, the taste and look of this absolute facade of a drink has been seared into my brain. I resoled to never waste money on a Fanta product for the remainder of my days. Shortly thereafter we discovered Schwip Schwap and our mood drastically improved. I forgot about my Fanta ban until...
We went shopping as a family yesterday to get some groceries. Immediately prior to the check out counter there is a cooler and, unbeknownst to me, L Mama must have slipped an orange Fanta can into the cart. I was incensed. I couldn't believe my hard (hardly) earned Euros were being wasted on a bright colored can of deception. It was too late and one Euro was lost.
For lunch we had sandwiches and we split the container of lies over a cup of ice... it was absolutely disgusting. We reminisced about our experience at Pizza Hut and lamented high quality orange liquid of love like Crush or Sunkist.
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| Hey this looks like it's gonna be orange drink! |
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| Why is it yellow?!? |
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| FALSE ADVERTISING- MAKE THE CAN YELLOW AND THE UPPER RIM ORANGE SO THAT EVERYONE KNOWS YOU ARE SELLING YELLOW CRAP TASTING DRINK |
Quotainted:
"I am in no mood to be deceived any longer by the crafty devil and false character whose greatest pleasure is to take advantage of everyone."
- Camille Claude
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