Orange Cream Soda

It’s another recurring joke taken from a phone conversation with the Captain, after the post The Mind as a Weapon. We were bantering that, theoretically, I could make someone cry by saying anything, really. Just by my demeanor. I could be walking the aisles at 7-Eleven, looking for orange cream soda and growing perplexed that the shelf was empty, and casually ask the clerk if they were out of orange cream soda, and they’d just burst into tears. The Captain naturally took this a lot farther, and in a different direction, under the presupposition that it’s just the combination of those words in that order that somehow inflicts terrible woe upon all but the speaker. For about the next twenty minutes, we acted out an impromptu screenplay in real-time. That’s how it goes with the Captain.

That’s it. Hardly grandiose. You had to be there. I never said it was funny. Happy now? Anything else you want to know?

Dance, monkey!