
Dear Polar Seltzer with Raspberry Lime,
Long time no see. I have missed our afternoon meetings in the dimly lit break room, next to the stacks of unwanted CDs and random baked goods. (By the way – whoever baked that banana bread with the cream cheese frosting the other day, thanks a whole hell of a lot for the 4 hours of excruciating torment until people finally ate the damn thing and I could stop circling playing “you can eat it, it’s okay, no it’s not, don’t eat it..okay eat it!” in my head).
Anywhoo, PSwRL, you make every day better. You make me feel weirdly full when I chug you and my stomach fills with carbonation. You make me sneeze sometimes when the fresh and poppy little bubbles go in my nose. You have a cute little bear on you. I came to enjoy our time, the feeling of your cold can in my hand, the tinny popping noises you made next to my computer, before I went to that really long meeting I had forgotten about and then you were warm and flat when I got back. (Sorry about that).
And then something went awry, PSwRL. And you were gone, gone for too long. In your place was the maniacal little scrolling SOLD OUT banner, mocking me and my unsatisfactory remaining choice between Orange Crush or Mug Root Beer. But I kept coming back, every day right around 3pm. And one day, you were back. My hands shook as I straightened and smoothed my dollar bill (you cost $0.85 now. WTF is up with that?) and fed it to the machine. vEND popped up, and I could hear you making your clunky little aluminum journey to the swinging door. As soon as I reached for you, I knew something was wrong. You were yellow. Jaundice? No. You were LEMON FLAVORED. This is not what I wanted. Now I felt spurned. You had sent an inferior version of you to visit me in your place. As if I would not notice.
Well, now you are back. I know because I saw someone else drinking you. And I said, “HEY WHERE DID YOU GET THAT!?!??!?!??!” and lunged at their can.
So I went and bought you. I was still a little hurt at first, but now that we’re together, I think I can let the past be the past.
But I trust you know I will not forgive your dalliances a second time.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox
Harlow