San Marcos, CA.
Sitting in my car.
Waiting for my laundry to finish.
It’s 90+°F out.
Man walks into Taco shop directly next to the laundromat.
Walks out with an old-school bottle of ice-cold Coca-Cola imported from Mexico.
Angels are singing as this happens.
He gets in his car next to mine.
Opens the coke.
Sweat drips down the bottle like it does in the commercials.
He brings it to his lips.
You can tell how refreshing it is by how loudly the angels are singing.
And also, because it looks refreshing.
And then, “Aaah.”
He puts the coke in the cup holder on his dash, turns on his radio, and then unwraps his burrito.
“We will, we will, rock you!” starts emanating from his speakers.
He eats his burrito.
He drinks his coke
And it is a spectacle to behold.
And all I can think is, “Damn. Coke should hire this guy to drive around and do this all day. Every day.”
Because I’ve never seen a commercial brought to life so authentically as this.
And I’ve never desired an ice cold, refreshing Coca-Cola like I’ve desired one today.
And I don’t even drink soda.