Or ‘soda’, if you insist on that sort of thing.
Lloyd and I went to Omaha on Saturday to an auction and then to run a few errands. One of the stops was Nebraska Furniture Mart, and be ye all warned: The Burger King Inside Is GONE! Gone, I say! They are replacing it with a *shudder* Subway. Not that I have anything against Subway, but I need hot French fries when I look at couches- it’s my god-given right! The NFM management was handing out free ice cream or bomb pops to soothe the savage, hungry low-blood-sugar patrons. Smart move, NFM, it was hard to plan my hate crime while chomping through a freezing bomb pop.
I was cranky the whole time we looked at cameras and computer monitors, so we high-tailed it out of there for a Whopper fix.
The Burger King we went to had an extremely high-tech pop – sorry, ‘beverage’ – dispenser. I confess I was a little intimidated.
You pushed the lever for ice, then set down your cup and faced a galaxy of choices.
Touching a brand opened a new screen of flavor choices! We’re pretty sure that it’s just squirting flavored syrups into the regular pop (calm down, soda people), and they wisely edited those choices. You can get every kind of fruit for your Sprite, but only vanilla for your root beer.
We messed up and got a whole cup of vanilla Coke. We should have just gotten a couple of ounces of each kind of soda-pop. (There, now we can all be happy.)