Coke is It

Without my contact lenses, vision is like looking at the world through a shower door. I seem to have compensated for this misfortune with excellent hearing and smell. (It's not that I smell good, it's that I smell well, got it?) So what's this got to do with the adjacent picture? Sit tight, I'm getting there.

So one day, long ago, my wife says she's going to the kitchen, would I like a Coke? Well, sure. Twist my arm. Twist anything you want. She comes back, I go to take a gulp, and my nose stops me. Sniff. Sniff-sniff. Scowl. Sip. "This ain't Coke! This is Pepsi!" My wife shakes her head and rolls her eyes, and never again doubts that I know the difference between Coke and Pepsi. And I owe it all to my mother, pictured here treating me to the joys of hitting a bottle of Coke in my high-chair. I'm what, about two here?


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