Okay, so I love Coke, and that’s no secret. I love it a lot. In fact, this is my second article about Coke during this holiday, and boy, do I have a story about it.
I was sitting at my table in the bar alone, reading a book. Now, this is fine, and I quite enjoy it. Guess what? My mother comes over and offers for me to go back to the room and shower. I say, “Later,” and she’s okay with it. Then I ask, “Can I order a drink?” She says, “Fine.” So she leaves, and I head to the bar, stumbling around for a bit. I wanted to talk to the waiters, but this little thing called ✨ social anxiety ✨ got in the way of that plan. So, no, I did not talk to the waiters. After about 2 minutes of just walking around, I go back to my table, defeated.
Now, as I’m walking back to my table, I see two elderly people sitting there. Ugh. So, I sit down at a new table and continue reading my book. While reading, I have this thought lingering in my head of having a Coke – a beautiful Coke. But I didn’t want to lose my table, so I just sat and sulked.
But guess what I discovered? My table was actually two rows down. I moved there, read my book for a bit, but I was still craving a Coke. That’s when a Chad of a waiter – the man, the myth, the legend, a dude whose name I don’t know – comes up to me and asks, “Would you like to order something?” I enthusiastically reply, “YES, YES, YES!” And the rest is history. Moral of the story, kids: if you wait long enough, you will get a Coke.