Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Spasticity
Anybody know what's up with the design of those little kiddie drink packs? You know - the kind that you're supposed to poke a hole in with your straw & drink them down until you've sucked every bit out of them? I love them & hate them all at the same time. Why? you might ask... well, I'll tell you. It's because I'm scared of the little hole. That's right. I'm scared of it. I'm afraid everytime I attempt to punch my straw through that the juice inside is going to squirt out in geyser fashion and get all over me. It's a completely irrational fear - I guess that would make it a phobia. Foilpouchaphobia. Yeah! And don't laugh - you know you're scared, too. And just now when I was trying to punch my straw into one of these beastly little lemonade pouches, I punched straight through to the back of it, and it really did spill. A little. Whatever. Look, whoever thought up these little baggie drinks thought they were doing something for mankind. Well, they should have just left box drinks well enough alone, that's what I think.
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don't you know the inventor of the baggie drink is just laughing it up. knowing that he has invented something that each day will spontaneously produce a love/hate relationship with your source of hydration. that's a real villain. gggrrrrr!
ReplyDeleteYou're nuts. The bag drinks are NOT AT ALL scary. The true villain is the bisquit can. With all it's evil pressure-packed- make-you-think-twice-taunting, it's a wonder I've ever been able to enjoy a crescent roll. Or two. or four. Whatever, after surviving the pop of death I deserve a treat!
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