The Best Drink Ever

So I've been bringing my lovely pillow to STAR testing all week. Today, I had enough time to actually have a dream. I told some people in my math class (without a lot of details of course) and when I got to the end...Actually...forget it. You'll probably say the same thing after you're done reading it anyway. Just for the record, I've never had Pina Colada but it's now on my long list of to-dos.

It'd been a long day and an even longer journey. I'd been cruising along I-20 (goes through Dallas, Texas) in my 1957 Ford Fairlane 500 Sunliner tapping the driver side door, singing along with country radio. Watching the sun approch the horizon, I wondered if I should start looking for a place to stay for the night. The car suddendly lurches once and sputters. ~5 MPG doesn't really get you all that far in one go, apparently. I pull up to a roadside home. I tap on the door. It opens.

Small fans with streamers were littered across every counter and table whirring away in a feeble attempt to delay the oncoming Texas heatstroke. A lady appeared behind the door. She was lean with fair skin accompanied by modest bodily features. Her weight was shifted to one side of her body, arms crossed. A nearby fan pushed her brown, shoulder-length hair across her chin. "She ain't bad," I thought. "Not bad at all."

"What'chya need," she said with a gloomy tone.

Beckoning to my car, I responded. "Do have any gas? I'm trying to get somewhere. I can pay you for it."

She nods, fetches the gasoline and follows me out to my car. While I fill the car, I ask if there's a nearby motel. "I don't think so," she said, "No one ever passes by. If you'd like, you can stay here for the night. It get's pretty lonely out here. No fee or nothin'. I just want some company for once."She looked at me with her green eyes, waiting, begging for me to say yes. She certainly looked lonely and it didn't make much sense to me to pass up a free night's stay so I accepted her offer.

We entered the back room and she directed me to a worn in couch with a blanket in her arms. "Well, this is free," I thought to myself. We sat ourselves down and sank into the couch several inches. The sun kissed the mountains. A moment passed by. I took a look at her lonely green eyes again.

"I should say something," I thought. "She looks really depressed." I suddenly realized it was really hot in the room. Perfect.

"It's pretty warm in here. Can I get a Pepsi Cola?"

"Oh," she said quickly, " yeah I'll be back. Hold on."

She came back in the room moments later with a drink in her hand. I didn't bother looking at what was in the glass and took a big gulp. I swallowed the liquid and I realized that something was wrong.

In the most polite voice I could summon, I said, "Hey uhhhh, this ain't Pepsi."

"I know," she said. "It's Pina Colada."

I looked at her lonely green eyes. Then at the drink in my hand. Then back at her eyes once more. I brought the glass back to my lips and drank it with my eyes still fixed on hers.




It was the best drink I ever had.