Root Beer

I am not a big drinker.
I don’t smoke cigarettes.
I don’t gamble.
I work out religiously.

I do, however, love me some root beer. Specifically, Diet Barq’s Root Beer. So today when I was at my local grocery for my routine 3-times-a-week-trip I headed down aisle 9 to pick up a case.

Alas, there is a carton of bread blocking my Root Beer. I ask the stock boy to please move the cartons full of bread- and being the overly chatty and feels-the-need-to-explain-everything-
explainer that I am, told the nice stock boy that I love my Diet Root Beer even though it’s “bad” for me.

He smiles and agrees that Barq’s is indeed the best.

So I push my buggy full of organic baby carrots, organic milk, Golden Grahams and free range eggs to the front of the store.

The cashier rings up my favorite Diet Root Beer only to drop the case when moving it into my buggy. My little cans rolls all over the place.

The cashier apologizes, and offers to get me a new case- which I run back to Aisle 9, push aside the cartons of bread once more, and lug my case of Diet Root Beer back to the front of the store.

The nice bag boy then offers to push my buggy full of bagged organic baby carrots, golden grahams, etc to my car. He gets almost everything loaded into the back of my over sized SUV when he holds up the Diet Root Beer and says, “there’s no room for this”.

I lovingly take my case of Diet Root Beer and tell the nice boy, “it can sit up front with me.”

So maybe that was a sign that I didn’t need the aspartame after all.

But I must say, I did enjoy my glass of Diet Root Beer over ice tonight.