My first Pit rant. Judge accordingly.
While studying for my History test last night, at about 11:30 I noticed how thirsty I was. No problem, I thought. Just creep downstairs, grab something from the ol’ fridge, creep back upstairs, consume beverage. Seems easy enough right?
Rest of the family have long since been asleep. I quietly tiptoe down the stairs, and take a step onto the tile kitchen floor. DAMN that shit’s cold. After reviving my toes from severe frostbite, continue trek towards the refrigerator. Proceed to open said door. Hmmm, decisions, decisions. 1/2 carton of milk that expires tomorrow, last bit of flat Mountain Dew in bottle, nothing particularly desirable. Then I spot it. AHAH! A fresh box of 12 Coke cans. Oh sweet sweet Coca-Cola. I worship thee. Good deal, I thought. Pop one of these babies open, refreshment city. At least, you’d think so from the commercials, right?
Place box on kitchen table. Hmmm. Seems to be a new style of box. Seen these on the ads, called “Dispenser Boxes” or something inane like that. So, directions seem simple enough: push down box, pull out to tear perforations. So, what happens when I pull? The glue holding the bottom flaps together decides to break apart. FUCK ME. Each can rolls out of the box and slams into the floor. Great, now I have a fucking 12-piece marching band waltzing through at 11:30 at night. And to add injury to insult, 2 of them land on the same FUCKING TOE! The BASTARDS!
Surveying the damage: 1 can leaking, 4 cans bent beyond recognition, all 12 shook up like hell, 1 toe bruised and bleeding. OK, I thought. Maybe if I just grab a can, toss the other back in the fridge, and dash upstairs no one will wake up and blame me for the earthquake downstairs in the middle of the night. Hobble upstairs, proceed to whip out the medical tape to perform emergency surgery on the offending toe.
And to top it all off, what the fuck do I do now? I forget that the Coke I brought upstairs is shaken up, so when I pop the lid Coke explodes all over me and the keyboard I’m typing this on.
That’s fucking it. Those goat-felching, ass-reaming, cum-chugging Coke execs ARE GOING FUCKING DOWN! DAMN YOU ALL AND YOUR NEW-FANGLED BOXES! JUST GIVE A FUCKING REGULAR BOX DAMMIT! FUCKERS!
::must calm down, must calm down::