If you want to know my number one first world problem, it’s flat Coke.
Here in Germany, in the interest of our beloved environment, we got rid of cans (which then crept up on us again through the backdoor), we resorted to totally sh*tty PET reusable plastic bottles; in short, we did everything to rid ourselves of any type of container that can hold a drink that shouldn’t be flat.
Open a can of Coke and within minutes, it will be flat. Sin gas, as they like to say south of here. Open one of those crummy PET bottles and the Coke, which tastes of stale moldy plastic, will be flat even sooner.
The other day I discovered that the one thing that insured the survival of drinkable Coke, the glass bottle, has become harder to find than Jurassic dinosaurs.
A flat Cuba Libre.
Thanks, but no thanks.
I’d rather golf, to be perfectly honest.