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Diet Coke and COVID-19
I thought it couldn’t get any worse until I noticed we were low on Diet Coke.
By Tim Clark
COVID-19 lockdown, nothing is open, travel is restricted, all dressed up and nowhere to go. Central Ohio monsoons have settled in and the world has been reduced to a living room and a kitchen. It couldn’t get any worse until I noticed we were low on Diet Coke. There was enough for a week, maybe a little more. This could be a disaster
There is a scene in the movie Heavy Metal where the diminutive Hannover Fiste is possessed by the spirit in the evil green orb and grows to monstrous proportions. He turns on the handsome, despicable Captain Sternn threatening to “rip him into little bitsy pieces and bury him alive.” He chases him through the space ship smashing things indiscriminately. It is the same reaction my wife has when she wakes up and can’t have a Diet Coke.
I didn’t tell her, not for a while. There had to be a way to sneak out, make my way to the store and buy some Diet Coke. I would pay full price, I might sell a kidney. Social distancing be damned, we are talking unimaginable evil, in the morning, before I’ve finished my coffee.
When she asked for another Diet Coke I demurred.
