that was no orange crush

The entire time I was growing up, my dad used to tell me he could tell when it was going to rain by the smell outside. Of course, I never believed him. Why should I?

I’ve never liked root beer. Anyone and everyone that I’ve spent time with through my childhood could tell you that. My dad, however, being the persistent man that he is, did not think this could happen. How could I, his daughter, not like root beer?

I was four years old when he decided to turn me into his own personal science experiment. He took an empty Orange Crush can, I beileve it was, filled it with root beer and handed it to me. In my house growing up, drinking pop out of the can before you drank milk out of the bottle was common. My dad works for Pepsi, what do you expect? He insisted it was Orange Crush. I was no dummy. I could smell that nasty stench of root beer all the way across the kitchen, and I knew there was no way in hell I would be drinking what was in that can.

So, you can see why I never believed him about being able to smell the rain.

By the way, it’s raining in the town where I work right now. I could smell it when I went to go get some more water. I think it’s my favorite smell.

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  1. This reminds me of when I was little — my dad used insulated mugs for coffee in the morning and for Pepsi in the afternoon/evenings. One afternoon, he hadn’t finished that morning’s coffee and it had gotten cold. I came along and, thinking it was Pepsi, took a big swig. Yuck!

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