Pepsi Aristocrats

For a while, when Missy and I were little, it was just me, her and our Dad. He did the best he could do with two little girls. He was pretty strict about certain things. One of those things was Pepsi. Dad drank it many times a day, but Missy and I did not get it very often. When we did, we were so excited that we had a ritual.

First, we sat down at our little plastic blue and faux wood fisher price table with the matching chairs. Then my Dad got out our "special" cups. Truthfully, they were just the smallest cups we had. Little ceramic dark blue mugs with a white inside. He filled them up and set them down in front of us.

We thought we were so fancy! We pretended to be rich aristocrats having tea time with our little finger in the air. We were not in the kitchen, sitting at a flimsy plastic table next to the fridge. We were HIGH SOCIETY, in a fancy parlor room with waiters and intricate furnishings! We did not gulp this soda down. It usually took quite some time to drink the entire contents. Please remember these were SMALL mugs! But we rarely got Pepsi and this was SERIOUS! It united us in a way that few other things could. Pepsi was like gold to us.

One day we were lucky enough to have Pepsi, and we went through our ritual as usual. In the midst of our "rich lady chatting," an argument was born. Not very shocking. In fact, the only shocking thing is that we hadn't argued during Pepsi time before. Well, stupid little Missy was sassing me and would not shut up!

Finally, I said, "If you say one more thing, I am going to..." At a loss for something truly horrifying, I had to think fast. I looked down and saw my Pepsi. "... will splash my Pepsi in YOUR FACE!" I immediately regretted it. Was my Pepsi worth it? My anger had certainly gotten me committed to something stupid this time!

Then Missy said, "No you won't, you DON'T have the courage! You're stupid!" (or something along those lines)

"I'll do it Missy!!!!"

"NO YOU WONT!"

My rage took over. I looked Missy right in her hateful eyes, reached down to my Pepsi cup and splashed it right at her stupid face!

I have attached a diagram of the moment of the Pepsi assault.

DIAGRAM

As you can see, this is is the exact moment before impact. From the above angle of this diagram you cannot see Missy giving me a dirty look. She did not see the Pepsi coming.

The last thing in the world Missy suspected was that I would waste my Pepsi on her face. I don't blame her, it is the last thing even I thought would be happening. Unfortunately, we both did not take into consideration the little sister factor. Little sisters have the power to make us exponentially more angry than we thought possible. Perhaps because we love them so much. All of my Pepsi was gone. It was sad, and I regretted loosing out on my rare Pepsi moment. However, the look on her face was worth it.

Moral of the Story: Don't let your anger make you do stupid things!