The gas station chicken store has been having a problem with their soda fountain. A problem which prevents them from serving up a crisp, refreshing, 44 oz Diet Coke. Or ANY size Diet Coke. And it's only the Diet Coke that is out. Isn't THAT a curious fact?
Because Mrs. Hillbilly Mom is all about living life to the fullest, going 'round with all the gusto she can...she found a different venue to provide her with a 44 oz Diet Coke. Or DID she?
I went to my old stand-by, the old Voice of the Village, now (for the last couple-three years, actually) under new management. Oh, they sell Diet Coke. I grabbed the foam cup from the very top dispenser. There were other cups under it, with a little different logo. But I figured the top one would be the biggest. I was NOT going to take one of those clear 52 oz cups. That's ridiculous! Who needs THAT much soda? And anyhoo...the sign out front said all of those foam cups were only 79 CENTS!
So...I brought home my magical elixir, and noticed that the foam cup would not fit inside my other spare foam cups from the gas station chicken store! I double-cup, you know. So my treat lasts all day without getting watery. But this foam cup was too small to fit right. Ain't THAT a fine how-do-you-do? I had to pour my new 44 oz Diet Coke into one of my old 44 oz Diet Coke cups from the gas station chicken store, so I could set that cup inside another old 44 oz Diet Coke cup from the gas station chicken store. Which is when I noticed a curious fact.
THE FULL FOAM CUP I HAD JUST BOUGHT ONLY PROVIDED ENOUGH DIET COKE TO COME WITHIN AN INCH OF THE TOP OF THE GAS STATION CHICKEN STORE CUP!
I felt royally cheated. I was counting on 44 oz of tantalizing goodness. My nerve endings were gonna know the difference.
The next day, the gas station chicken store STILL didn't have Diet Coke. So back I went to the old VotV. I even asked a worker who was there filling her own foam cup at the soda fountain. But not in so many words. And not in an accusatory manner.
"Are all of these cups here the same size?"
"Uh huh. All of them on that side are 44 oz cups. The ones on this side are 32 oz."
Take a look for yourself.
The Pony cut off a tiny bit of the new cup. But can you tell the difference? It is slimmer than the gas station chicken store cup.
Something is rotten in the kingdom of Hillmomba. I am being sold a bill of goods from the old VotV, or else the gas station chicken store has been making sure my 44 oz cup runneth over.
Thank the Gummi Mary, as of yesterday, the gas station chicken store was back in Diet Coke business.