At work, normally I have milk and one or two types of juices stocked in our mini-refrigerator (everyone else favors soda, or maybe Gatorade). Unfortunately, I was already running late this morning, so couldn’t stop by the grocery store before work to pick up any drinks.
For lunch, I had a Kerrybane (ie, Philly cheesesteak–not a usual choice for me) and water, and really felt like a drink with taste, which would normally be covered by the juice supply. Of course, there was none left. Rummaging through the refrigerator presented the possible drinks:
- Water (as if I didn’t have plenty of my own)
- Diet Coke
- Sprite Zero
- Diet Dr. Pepper
- Someone else’s Gatorade
- Ginger Ale
- Root Beer
Ah! Root beer! I didn’t feel like soda, but root beer is one of my preferred carbonated beverages if there’s nothing else. The sound of the can opening, the liquid hitting the bottom of the glass, and the fizzy bubbles bumping against each other only increased the anticipation of consuming the rarely drunken carbonated beverage. As the rich brown liquid hit my taste buds, I realized something…
It didn’t taste that good. Even five years ago, it would have absolutely hit the spot. I’ve heard that taste buds change as you age…just another sign that I’m getting old.