Coca-Cola Classy…

Traveling with the Jacobson’s is always a fun experience. At least for us. Picture the Griswold’s on Family Vacation. We lack… what’s the word?

Class.

It’s always been like that ever since I was a kid and traveled with my parents. In fact, in a drive across the country, headed to the Grand Canyon, my father would often holler back into the cab of the truck and say, “Hey kids! Want to see the World’s Largest Ball of Twine?”

In the same token, when we arrived at the Grand Canyon, Dad put his arm around Mom said, “Looks great. Let’s go.”

We quote that movie often. It’s one of our favorites.

But we are very much like the Griswold’s when we travel and I warn anyone who wants to travel with us of this. Most of my true friends love it, it’s only when I travel with strangers that I have to worry.

But there’s always one event that just stands out in your mind when we get back from a trip and this trip, it was our time at the World of Coca-Cola in Atlanta.

After saying our goodbyes to Soliloquy and crew, we noticed the line to get in was rather long. We decided to walk back to the car to get a drink. I’m cheap. We packed a cooler full of soda.

We made out way back to the museum and while Matthew stood in the line to get in to reserve our spots, Samara and I went to purchase the tickets. Typical me was just be-bopping along and while paying for the tickets the woman behind the counter burst out laughing.

I looked around, wondering what was so funny. The other ladies in the ticket booth were helping others, not doing anything funny. It appeared that she was just laughing to herself over something the rest of the world couldn’t be privy to.

Then she motioned to her co-workers with a little jerk of her head and they errupted in laughter. Again, I am not sure what is so funny, but I’m feeling a little left out since I love a good laugh.

I finally see that they are looking to my left and as inconspicuously as I can, I glance over and realize what is so funny.

Samara is chugging a Pepsi.

At the World of Coke.

Oblivious to the rest of the world, as she normally is, Samara continues drinking and finally realizes that everyone is laughing in her direction.

“What?” she asks.

“Sweetie,” the ticket gal says, “We’re only laughing because you’re drinking the competition.”

Sam looks at the bottle, looks at me, and then looks at the ticket lady before stating, “I’m drinking what was on sale when Mom stocked up the cooler.”

Not knowing whether to be mortified or amused, we paid for the tickets and joined Matthew in line. None of this phased Sam as she continued to drink her Pepsi while standing in line and shrugging off the comments of those in line around us.

I finally figured it would be good blog fodder and stashed the bottle in my bag thinking surely they would make me dispose of it as we went through security.

They didn’t.

So as we left the museum and head back to the car to make our way toward Mississippi, I snapped this.

Don’t get it?

Yup, that’s my daughter, pouring Pepsi into a Coke glass with the creator of Coke…

Coca-Cola Classy….