Feb 24, 2008 22:09
I was going to keep this quiet, as I had thought it was a temporary greatness that would fade. But as it has persisted for many weeks now I feel it is my duty to share. At least with you, my fellow doke-enthusists.
Recently, I seem to have risen to some sort of magical position in relation to my so-called peers. I'm not sure how this advancement was made, but the result is a sort of community worship directed at me. The form? Offerings of diet coke.
I'm serious. People have been providing me with stores of coke. I haven't needed a coke run in five weeks. And I still have two two-liters on hand from an old shopping trip.
It started with diet coke being payment for small tasks. I fed a friend's cat and watered her egg for two days while she was gone, and was paid with six-packs. It continued. I got a six-pack as a reward at work, and a friend of mine got a new apartment and stocked it with coke, which no one living in the apartment drinks, because they want me to visit.
That was all a few weeks ago, and since then I've continued to rack up enough coke to live on. Each time I begin to run out and think that I should go buy some, someone turns up at my doorstep with fresh stock.
Tonight I got a six-pack of 24ounces. Tomorrow, who knows.
BTW, yes, I said "watered her egg" earlier. If you don't know what I'm talking about, you are missing out. And also probably don't have facebook.
doke