Wasted

If you don't already know this, Coca Cola is on my list. When it comes to comfort food, I call first dibs on the Coke. Last night I dreamed of it, the smooth and tingly texture, calming all my senses as I drank it's liquidy goodness. But in this dream, someone kept stealing sips! They would walk right up, casually take the bottle and drink down a gulp. I was shocked. I was furious! When I woke up I felt robbed, not only of those precious sips, but also because it was just a dream--nay, a nightmare!

Exasperated, I posted my experience on Facebook. And a strange message came from a friend: "If you dreamed that someone was stealing it in half ounces at a time, it might not be a dream..."

Months ago, I left a bottle of Coke unfinished on my desk. Unwilling to waste it, I left it in a quiet corner of my desk.

The message? Aaron Hill had been pouring out little amounts into the garbage can for weeks. And I never noticed. I had been pranked!

In memory of the wasted, I drank a can of Coke. Let us have a moment of silence.