This week I treated myself to a fantasy shopping spree. Not much in the way of purchases since I don’t need anything but I had the opportunity to try some really cool spring clothes on and fantasize about it.
No shopping trip is complete without pizza at my favorite shop. Their pizza is not greasy. I don’t understand why some places have a pool of axle grease laying on the top of their pizza. It’s getting harder to get good pizza these days because it’s all leftovers. Pizzerias make 20 pies around 8 a.m. and reheat as they get orders. I long for the days of a freshly made slice straight from the oven. However, this post is not about the pizza.
I walked into the cafeteria-style shop just in front of another middle-aged woman. I ordered my pizza and then she ordered her pizza. The pizza guy asked, “Is this together or separate checks?” Taking the high road, I volunteered to have her pay for my pizza but she just laughed and said, “Separate.” Now I understand why he thought we were together. We came in at the same time; looked similar in age; and essentially ordered the same thing except for the disgusting spinach she got on her pizza. (That is just wrong. No self-respecting pizza wants green stuff on top). Clearly, I was the younger of the two of us. She could have been my much older sister but a 20-something pizza guy wouldn’t pick up on that. Heck, he wouldn’t care!
Then an amazing thing happened. We ordered our drinks – diet coke of course but she ordered hers with a shot of cherry. Wow! The fountain had cherry coke but it wasn’t diet so I never got it. I looked at her and said, “That sounds wonderful.” She assured me that it was. The guy in back of the counter got a kick out of these two old women (at least in his eyes — I would prefer the term hotties myself) discussing diet soda. He turned to me and said, “Oh, go ahead. Live a little.” So I did.
I am a huge Dr. Pepper fan. Over the years they have done wonderful things to cherry and coke flavors. My favorite was chocolate cherry (it was way more wonderful than it sounds). As soon as I was addicted to that, it was discontinued. I drove to every soda distributor in the area picking up chocolate cherry cases. I managed to squirrel some away. It took me months to finish and I took care to make sure they didn’t get that off-flavor that old diet soda gets. Then I moved onto cherry vanilla. Doggone it! They discontinued that. I swear that they have a webcam in my house and when they notice that I like something, wap it’s gone.
Back to my story…the pizza was wonderful and the shot of cherry in the diet soda was ingenious! I didn’t make a forever friend but she was clearly pleased that she could introduce a new concept. I believe I made her day and gave the pizza guy a giggle!