June 18, 2009

  • If I was writing an ongoing novel about my everyday life, maybe it would go something like this...

    Volume 32, Chapter 11

    Since it was time to eat dinner with my wife, I thought I would take the opportunity to try out the new soda that I bought from the supermarket recently. Diet Mountain Dew. This was a purchase that was a complete spur of the moment, and besides my loving regular Mountain Dew soda, I decided to take a gamble on this new variation.
    "You know it's not going to taste good," I remembered my wife telling me at that time, as I put two boxes of the drink in the shopping cart.
    "Possibly, but look, there's zero calories, carbs, and sugar, so it'll at least be a little healthier for me," which was my response in defense of my decision. I'm pretty sure I was actually trying to convince myself when I said that.

    "What would you like to drink?" I asked my wife, as I walked away from the dinner table towards the refrigerator in the kitchen.
    "Green Tea," she responded.
    "You mean this?" I answered back holding a bottle of "Supau," which I knew was clearly not what she wanted, but I love teasing her so.
    "No, that's Supau, I said green tea."
    I return back with her drink, and the soda can of Diet Mountain Dew.

    The moment of truth was at hand, I put my thumb underneath the aluminum clip on top of the can, I opened it, and took a sip of the drink.
    "Hey, it's not bad at all. It doesn't really taste like Mountain Dew though, but I like it."
    So my decision paid off after all, and after that initial taste, I left the dinner table again and proceeded to put more soda cans of the drink in the refrigerator. I returned back to the table and drank some more.

    "Yeah, it definitely has a more bubbly feeling, like a Sprite or Squirt. You should try it, I think you'd like it."
    "No, that's okay." She unenthusiastically answered back.
    "I got to say though, for some reason, they seemed to have put less soda in the can. Look, I'm almost done, and I didn't really drink that much."
    It was an odd observation of mine, and I attributed it to the fact that it was a new product, or possibly just a defect in the manufacturing. My wife laughs after I said that, and I took that as if she found humor at my misfortune of not having a full soda can. She has said in the past that she thinks I'm a funny guy, but there are moments where I can't help wonder whether she's laughing with me, or at me.

    Several days pass, and I'm finding myself drinking Diet Mountain Dew at least once a day. I'm accepting the fact that maybe drinking this soda isn't going to make my life any healthier than before. Especially at the rate I'm going with the drink.
    "I'm really liking this after all. You really should try it." I once again make that suggestion to my wife.
    "No, I don't really care for it," was the response I once again got.
    "Okay, but I still think you'd like it. By the way, it's weird, but all the other cans seem to be as full as they should be, except for that one can I drank the other day."
    For some reason, that moment stayed in my head, and maybe it's partly because I felt ripped off by that can somehow. Just like last time, my wife just laughs after I said that.
    "Wait, did you not notice that I drank from that can? That's the reason why it seemed emptier to you."
    I was dumbfounded after she said that. I really did not put two and two together and felt like an idiot.
    "What?! Why didn't you say anything?" Was the only thing I could ask her.
    "I thought you were just being stupid and playing dumb, when you were wondering what happened to your drink."
    So she was laughing with me after all? At least unintentionally that seemed to be the case.

    "Wait, so did you like it?" I ask this, as I realized she did try Diet Mountain Dew after all.
    "Nope, not really."

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