The perfect date, revisited

And now, the recurring saga of Brad and his attempts to impress girls on first dates.

The date is going well.  Really well.  Marsha thinks she may have found The One.  Her friend Jane has warned her against going out with him, but she wouldn't say why, implying it was too unspeakable to give utterance.  But what could possibly be wrong with such a wonderful man?  Jane could be a drama queen sometimes.  Marsha knew Brad understood her when they ordered their drinks at the restaurant.  She went for water, he for a milkshake.  Soda pop was anathema to her existence.  Don't even get her started about the caffeine.  Marsha, a nurse, had seen so many children messed up from its effects during her time at the E.R.  While waiting to be seen by a doctor, parents would just buy cans of the dreadful stuff for their crying children.  Can you imagine.  Brad was different. She just knew he understood the evil of carbonated beverages.  She just knew it.  Their eyes were locked...they're getting closer... and closer...

"Oh, Brad"
"Oh, Marsha"
"Oh, Brad"
"Oh, Marsha"
"Oh....Mountain Dew?"

(source:  a Target in Tacoma, WA)

"I...I'm sorry Brad.  I just, I... I think Jane was right about you.  Good bye."

Man!  Why do all my dates keep running away just as we kiss?  Maybe it's my breath.  I should get some better breath mints.  Or maybe I'll suck on a coffee bean.  I hear that kills bad breath.


Thanks to Keri W. for taking this pic for me ;)