Coke cannon

So my day at home yesterday was uneventful (still home today).  I putzed around the house feeling tired and weak.  I did venture out to get coffee and have my oil changed in the SSR.   Yes you read that right, I paid someone to change my oil.  No, it isn’t because I suddenly developed a lazy streak.

With the extended warranty I purchased through the credit union for the truck the oil changes have to be documented.  I called awhile ago and asked them if simply presenting the receipt for my purchase of oil and a filter were enough to fulfill the documentation requirements.  They said they were “not sure”, believe it or not.  So to avoid any conflict I am paying to have it done and making sure they include my VIN on the paperwork. I cringed when I forked over $80 for a 6 quart Mobil 1 oil change, knowing full well I could do it myself for less than half of that.

So last night for dinner I had one of my Trader Joe meals for one, bean and rice burritos.  I felt like cracking a Diet Coke to go with the meal.  I normally reserve Diet Coke for Friday pizza night but when I am feeling shitty I will find myself reaching for one as well.  Yes, I know Diet Coke is a terrible thing to ingest and is probably the next item on my list to get eliminated permanently from my diet.

So anyway, I took the last can from the fridge and wanted to put more in there to get cold.  I had a big case of it on top of the fridge that was in a cardboard tray covered with shrink wrap.  Instead of pulling the case down first and then removing the plastic wrap for some reason I decided I would cut the wrap while it was still on top of the fridge.

I pulled out a scissors and started to cut.  All of a sudden I hear a noise and a high powered jet of diet soda starts spraying across the kitchen.  The stream reached clear across the kitchen island and even doused the recliner in the great room which was at least 10-12 feet away.

For a few moments I was dumbstruck, wondering if this really just happened.  I went and grabbed a paper towel but by that time the damage was done, I had sticky soda all over the place.  I was angry at myself for not just pulling the case down first.  The price for the stupidity was an extensive clean up with wet towels.  I f there was anything fortunate about the incident it was the vast majority of the soda wound up on hard surfaces, namely the granite counter top and the tile floor.

Once I did pull down the case I saw there was a bunch of soda trapped inside as well so I had to pull every can out and wash them as well.  When I pulled out the can that blew I saw the tiny pin hole I accidentally created with the scissors.  Lesson learned, never open a shrink wrapped pack of soda from the side with sharp objects.

Today my illness has mutated into a hacking cough and a lot more nose blowing.