So you know those coke bottles with the entire “Share a Coke with (insert name here)”? I got one out of the vending machine at work, proceeded back to my workstation, and continued my work. That’s when I look down and see the name on the bottle...the name I should share my Coke with...
Elizabeth would have had a field day with this, because...because the name that was on it...the name that was on the side of that bottle...was the name of her emotionally abusive boyfriend: Kevin.
In my head I shouted “WHAT THE FUCK, COKE!? REALLY!?”
I had to tear off the label, and even then I didn’t want to drink from the bottle. I tried to give it away, but alas, no one wanted it.
I trashed the label, because I didn’t have the means to burn it, and tried to stop myself from cringing.
It left such a bad taste in my mouth, which...knowing what I know, and my experiences with the guy...isn’t a surprise.
She would have laughed...
...and laughed...
...and laughed.
UGH!!!!!!
Anyway...
- Jaclyn
PS UGH!!!!!!!!!!!