Rootbeer Float

The Lady has spent a considerable amount of time prepping for a birthday celebration in honour of her 28th and the Significant Other's 33rd birthdays. Making salsa, guacamole and the various layers of the layered dip, which by my estimation has approximately three components and is a little boastful to be referring to itself as "layered", but I digress. On Thursday, the party shopping included the purchase of a two litre bottle of rootbeer for the personal consumption of the birthday couple, likely while watching True Blood in their pyjamas.

The Lady packed all the drinks and chips into the back of her car -the quirky Matrix aptly named Zippy- to bring to her parents where the party is taking place. She was concerned about everything shaking around in the hatch, but put it to the back of her mind. She parked in the driveway and without a second thought, opened the hatch. The bottle of rootbeer rolled out of the back, bounced off the pavement, was punctured by a rock and came to rest in a puddle where it proceeded to spray a mist of rootbeer across the driveway. The Lady stood in the driveway, staring at the bottle until her sister, Stinky, came outside and told her not to stand in the spray for fear she might get sticky.

Now all that remains is how the Lady will tell the S.O. about the untimely demise of the rootbeer, for which he only paid one dollar.