Fanta

I bought Viv a frozen Slurpee-like drink at the car show.

Bloke says to me “what flavour?”

I go “Fanta, mate”. D’oh.

He looks at me like I’m an alien. Shrugs as though there’s no point explaining.

And Viv gets a red icy thing.

It occurs to me that Fanta isn’t just orange any more, and that I’m the unassimilated moron in my own society.