(Originally posted in the "What Are You Eating & Drinking?" thread.)
Okay, now you're giving me the chills. Just this morning, I was remembering when I was around 9 or 10 years old. We were living with my Granny. I went across the street to get a soda. Most sodas cost 7 cents a can back then but, cream soda was 10 cents. I don't recall why, it was just one of those things you accept as a kid. It was my last dime and I reached in the cooler and grabbed what I thought was a cream soda and I was really looking forward to it. I opened it right away when I got outside and took a big swig. It was the stuff my mom used to get to make gin & tonic drinks. It was the same color yellow can as cream soda cans. I hated tonic water and I was really disappointed. I just left it on the front step of the store front because he collected bottles and cans for returns.
It must have been a weekend, because the street (Dundas street & Jones, in Toronto, Ontario) had hardly any traffic, so I decided to skip the crossing where the traffic lights were and jay walk across. There were two cars, one going past on the opposite side and one turning into the lane I was getting ready to cross. I waited for them both to pass and as I searched both ways for more before crossing, I noticed what looked like a brown paper grocery bag that had been split down the middle, (Remember those? They were quite large and a dark sand color that was what you got before plastic came along.) come tumbling toward me to my left.
There was something not right about it so I kept watching it until it eventually passed me, tumbling the whole way. There was absolutely no wind and yet it kept tumbling. It was not a bag. It was a moth. It's body was maybe a size bigger than a American football and each wing was as large as whatever would be appropriate to carry a body that size. The wings were torn in several places. I think it must have been struck by a car.
I also think this is the first time I ever told anyone, simply because I didn't think anyone would believe me.
Although I don't drink, I do enjoy a glass of tonic water- been drinking Fever Tree clementine flavoured tonic today, and it's fantastic!
It's not the cheapest, but it's one of those things (like Source shower gel) that is on a special offer about once a month- I'll be stocking up next time it's reduced!
Okay, now you're giving me the chills. Just this morning, I was remembering when I was around 9 or 10 years old. We were living with my Granny. I went across the street to get a soda. Most sodas cost 7 cents a can back then but, cream soda was 10 cents. I don't recall why, it was just one of those things you accept as a kid. It was my last dime and I reached in the cooler and grabbed what I thought was a cream soda and I was really looking forward to it. I opened it right away when I got outside and took a big swig. It was the stuff my mom used to get to make gin & tonic drinks. It was the same color yellow can as cream soda cans. I hated tonic water and I was really disappointed. I just left it on the front step of the store front because he collected bottles and cans for returns.
It must have been a weekend, because the street (Dundas street & Jones, in Toronto, Ontario) had hardly any traffic, so I decided to skip the crossing where the traffic lights were and jay walk across. There were two cars, one going past on the opposite side and one turning into the lane I was getting ready to cross. I waited for them both to pass and as I searched both ways for more before crossing, I noticed what looked like a brown paper grocery bag that had been split down the middle, (Remember those? They were quite large and a dark sand color that was what you got before plastic came along.) come tumbling toward me to my left.
There was something not right about it so I kept watching it until it eventually passed me, tumbling the whole way. There was absolutely no wind and yet it kept tumbling. It was not a bag. It was a moth. It's body was maybe a size bigger than a American football and each wing was as large as whatever would be appropriate to carry a body that size. The wings were torn in several places. I think it must have been struck by a car.
I also think this is the first time I ever told anyone, simply because I didn't think anyone would believe me.
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