I took a drink of my Pepsi. No ice. No straw. The red plastic tumbler it was in was nice. It wasn't Pepsi. It wasn't even that sweet. I made a face and set it down. Zane looked at me and giggled. He told me "It's pretty yucky isn't it" and then chugged some more. It was carbonated water with a syrup that the only relation to Pepsi it could claim was that it was dark. I drank some more too. Why the hell not?
We sat and waited for the waitress to come back with our order. Zane asked me "Do you think their will be another Transformer movie?"
"Oh." Then he began telling me about his favorite Transformer and everything he had done in every Transformer movie ever made. I nodded my head and said "You don't say" and "Sounds pretty awesome" every once in awhile. I made a mental note to tell Night not to let any of our kids watch a Transformer movie until they were at least 30 years old.
When our waitress came back with our order I had planned on saying something witty like "Pepsi lose the secret recipe when the power went out?" Or "I've had ice tea that tasted more like Pepsi than this." Instead the sight of the pancakes with the pat of butter on top melting in a pool of syrup swept my smart ass comments away in a frenzy of pancake lust.
I told her "Thanks! Can I get more syrup?"
"No. It's rationed" She didn't smile either. I was seriously considering stiffing her when it came to a tip.