Cedrique
Well-Known Member
I feel your pain; the other day I ordered a Mellow Yellow and got some crazy shit called "Mountain Dew" or something --but that's not what made me the way I am. It was the Clark bar incident that impacted my life most profoundlyThis isn't completely applicable, but I would just like to share some of my greatest disappointments/tragedies in my life, and they all revolve around my 10th birthday in New York.
It was Fourth of July weekend in Manhattan (or maybe it was during the week, but I think it was the weekend), and the Phillies had just been swept out by the Mets. The bartender, our waiter, sees me decked out in my Phillies gear, and starts railing into me (mind you, I was 10, and had yet to learn the word "cocksucker" such that I could defend myself). Then after surveying the regular menu and finding nothing particularly appealing, I ask for a kid's menu, and he tells me "you're looking at it." Then he goes on to brag about how many women David Wright has picked up at his bar, right in front of my parents and 7 year old brother.
But the real kicker was our drinks. I specifically asked if they had Dr. Pepper, and he gruffly replied "Yeah," and then proceeds to bring out 20 oz. of dark bubbly liquid that I assume to be glorious Dr. Pepper. I take a big draw from my straw, and quickly taste Mr. Pibb. I thought that I must be mistaken, but subsequent sips still tasted like Mr. Pibb. Distraught, I figured my taste buds must be off or there was something wrong with the balance in the soda machine, but regardless, I was convinced I was brought out a Dr. Pepper and not lied to by this bartender. And then, as we leave the restaurant, I glance over at the soda machine and see a Mr. Pibb nozzle with no Dr. Pepper nozzle.
In case you were wondering why I am the way I am, you now know why