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.
