I was at the local store the other day and grabbed a soda from the cooler. You know, the ones by the registers that just don’t really get them cold, cold but at least they’re liquid. This one was a special treat because it had some slushy ice in it. I proceeded to tell the very patient cashier about my grandfather. This is sooo not like me. Grocery store conversation can sufficiently be “just fine,” “plastic,” and “you too.”
My grandfather worked at Manford Grocery in Smiley, Texas. (At some point, my father bought it and renamed it Smiley Grocery and Market or SG&M and we had awesome barbeque every Saturday. But that’s another story.) After my grandparents “moved to town,” the store was within walking distance for when I visited (actually, it was within walking distance even when I wasn’t there). So if I was able to give PaPa a call before walking down to the store, he would slip a Coke into the freezer. A little coke-in-the-bottle, you know the ones (yes, I know those are Tab cans next to it; I promise the picture was taken this century):
By the time I got out of the house (with a grocery pickup list or after an extended discussion about what I wanted for supper) and to the store, PaPa was ready for our break. A frosty coke for both of us with the addition of a cigarette (for him) sitting at the old dinette at the back of the store by the nail bins and the meat market area.
Obviously, you can run out and get an “icee” or a “slurpee” and those are very satisfying. They even look refreshing (yes, I went to get this just so I’d have a picture for you):
But when was the last time you had one in a real glass bottle? It’s time for one! (Do yourself a favor, set a timer so it isn’t in the freezer too long!)
And if you don’t know what the “10, 2, and 4″ reference is about, do a quick Google. It’s actually a Dr Pepper reference.