My friend suggested drinking Ginger Ale for my issues. I associate the soft drink with Sundays at my dad’s apartment, when I’d have a Thomas English Muffin along with it, so I was needless to say, skeptical.
Since I was filling an Instacart, I decided to get two bottles- which in hindsight, was a smart choice.
Now, while I was sick in bed, my sister was in the kitchen, rearranging my cluttered cabinets. Everybody feels the need to help, so that’s what she chose- along with doing my dishes, again.
Shortly after my sister left, enter bubbie.
Bubbie: What can I get you to drink?
Me; I guess the Ginger Ale.
Bubbie: Not the Gatorade? You need to keep up with the electrolytes.
Me: (Kidding- as she forgot that I did, I said) I don’t care; I’ll have Gatorale.
Moments later, my mother comes upstairs with my beverage and then heads back to the kitchen.
Me: (Spitting out the disgusting drink; yelling downstairs) Ewww! You mixed it!
Bubbie: (Back upstairs) What?? You said Gatorale!
Me: I was kidding! When on earth would that ever be a good mix?!
Bubbie: Fine Rochelle!
Moments later, she is back upstairs.
Me: (Noticing the cup of choice, I immediately remembered my sister did a Sleeping with the Enemy cabinet clean up, and said) That’s poppop’s glass!
Bubbie: How do you know?
Me: Because it was in a separate cabinet!
Bubbie: It was with your other glasses!
Me: No, it was in a different cabinet until sister decided to move it!
Bubbie: It’s been washed hundreds of times!
Me: It was washed once and then put away forever.
Bubbie: And you can’t drink from it?
Me: NO! AND DON’T EVEN THINK OF POURING THAT DRINK INTO A NEW CUP!
Bubbie: You know, I am 73 years old and…
Me: …Healthy! You’re healthy!
Bubbie: Yes, and thank goodness I am! I am able to help you!
So, she goes downstairs to get yet another cup of the drink that I should have now drank, twenty minutes prior.
Needless to say, plain club soda is better IMO and that’s good because my mother used up the entire 2 liters finding the right cup.