Crisis, Mr. Flannery, Crisis

Here she is. Isn't she beautiful? One of my few vices in life. An ice cold Diet Coke.


There was a crisis here at Flannery Bay today relating to my Diet Coke. A Diet Coke Crisis! I was out. The last can was sitting empty on my desk.

The 12 pack of Diet Cherry Coke was gone. Only its rumpled coat lying in the trash.

The empties were overflowing the recycle bag.

I quickly searched my stash for one more can of the object of my desire. There was a can from the truck. All distended from freezing in the -20* weather.

There was the frozen half full bottle from the beverage tray in the truck, but that will take hours to defrost.

A friend was coming to visit. The owner of the 5 guest cats was coming to change the cat litter boxes. I called. PLEASE bring me a fix. Stop at the corner and buy me a 24 pack. And then I waited. Hours (or 15 minutes) later she arrived. A fresh 24 pack of the necessary elixir. I tore it open. I popped the tab.

I took a long cool blast. AHHHHHHHHHHH!. Crisis averted.

Mr. Flannery