Slice of Life: Day 15
When the call went out to Duel or Duet, within a day messages were being exchanged. Duel or Duet? Half Marathon vs. Ultra Marathon? Thin Mints and Coke?!? After exchanging a few ideas back and forth via Twitter; naturally we landed on cookies and soda. After it was finished, Kendra noticed how our stories were a true duet. It’s hard to tell who added what to the piece. Greg noticed…??? 🙂 Without anymore delay, we bring you:
Thin Mints and Coke: A Duet
By: Greg Armamentos and Kendra Limback
You know Spring is coming. The girls begin to trail in the classroom; first in a trickle, then in a steady stream. Brownies or Cadettes, clutching their order form. Anticipation filling the air. It’s cookie time! I always say yes to each Girl Scout who comes through my door. It’s my way of taking one for the team. So many kinds to choose from, but I have my long-time favorites. I usually need a box of Samoas, with the toasted coconut and chocolate striping. Do-Si-Do’s are pure peanut butter goodness. And Thin Mints are always a must. The clouds open and the angels sing when I bite into a Thin Mint. The delightful crispy cookie covered in the perfect amount of chocolate. A perfect go-to snack. Anytime. Anyplace. I have some hiding in my car. Is that bad?
If Thin Mints are my pleasure, then Coke is my vice. From the fountain please, or a cold can.
Yes, I know how much sugar there is. I know I’ll feel bloated later. But I don’t care, even when my waistline does. The carbonated bubbles refresh, tickle, and awaken me as they course down my throat. I remember the glass bottles in my grandmother’s refrigerator. How they would clink together with a sweet melody, made even sweeter once the bottle was open.
Funny, it was when I was drinking those cokes, that we had our best conversations. I learned about my Grandpa, I learned about what books Grandma was reading. I learned her thoughts on politics, sports figures, and a whole host of other topics that I didn’t even know I should care about.
There’s nothing like reaching for a Coke after a long run. Whether I finish my distance, or wind up bonking, it’s the Coke that helps me bounce back. It’s the Coke that refreshes me. It’s the Coke that reminds me of younger days.