But last night totally took the cake.
I went to bed (for the last 5 and one half nights) craving a root beer float. There is just something about them- root beer makes vanilla ice cream better, and vanilla ice cream makes root beer better. It is a proven fact folks.
This is what I dreamt last night-
I am in our local Albertson's and I am checking out at the register. The clerk gets to the end of my items, and suddenly the two liter of Root Beer that the man behind me is purchasing falls down, rolls around on the scanner for a minute, and then falls to the floor of the cashier's little money batman cave.
And proceeds to totally EXPLODE. You ever seen those commercials for Diet Coke and Mentos? Like that. Everyone is staring at me, and staring at the Root Beer, and just plain staring. But all of a suddenly, I find myself drenched in Root Beer- checkbook still out and everything. It was not a sprinkling, or a light drizzle. I was somehow the only person in the store to have received the full force blow of the Root Beer bomb.
I look to the right of my cart, and there is Kimbo Slice. TOTALLY knocked out by the bottle cap of my Root Beer bonanza.
Yep, I knocked out Kimbo Slice without even using my hands.
But most importantly, on my way out you better believe I told the man behind me "Don't forget to grab a new Root Beer!"
Now- who is buying me a Root Beer Float?
Mind your answer- or I may just take you out.