My husband is not really a soda drinker. (I call it soda because I grew up calling it soda, or pop, or soda pop). I occasionally relish a diet coke, and during the summer it seems like my default drink when I am not hankering for a micro brew of the local sort. I do like me a good Manny's pint on occasion! But one day, when I was hot and we were going to the Festival for Wooden boats on July 4th with the kids and we parked in his work garage, I asked if there was a d.c. in the fridge upstairs near his office. He said probably not, but to his surprise, there was a nice shiny can of diet coke. Sitting alone on the shelf. Looking lonely and unwanted. So he grabbed it without thinking too much about it. Or so I thought.
It turns out that, just last night he confessed to me that he bought a case of diet coke and it's been under his desk at work. "That's funny. Why?" I asked. Well, he proceeded to tell me about how guilty he felt about taking someone's coke from the fridge, so he replaced it.
"Trouble is", he proceeded to tell me, "I've taken it out and replaced it about a half dozen times so now half the case is gone". We both laughed at the ridiculousness of this Steve Carell or Will Ferrell type moment where he continues to trudge to the fridge with a warm coke in hand, replacing the missing coke he took hours earlier, repeatedly going back. Most likely looking suspicious from doing something bad.
I guess it's called, living with a conscience! I told him his next career move is to become a comedian. That, or to go to d.c. anonymous because maybe he's a closet soda drinker!