Ode to Mountain Dew

(I thought I would re-post this for some of my newer followers and since I continue to struggle with this addiction)

According to Wikipedia, in 1940 two Tennessee beverage bottlers named Barney and Ally Hartman invented the formula for Mountain Dew. 

Below is my tribute to those two fine men:

I walked into the 7-11 and quickly made my way to the back of the store where the drink coolers are located.  Immediately, I could see it staring back at me.

The 12-ounce, green canned goddess looking into my eyes.

It was screaming, “touch me, open me, drink me down you dirty boy.  I won’t quench your thirst, but I taste so good, so slippery and so sugary.  Everyone is drinking me, just take me, take me now.”

I couldn’t resist, I grabbed it and jumped to the cashier and butted in front of an old lady with blue hair and a walker.  I couldn’t wait.

Beads of sweat began trickling down my forehead towards my nose.  The cashier looked at me like I was a crack or meth head looking for my next hit.  Well, she wasn’t that far off.

Much like meth addiction, if I continue my assault on these green canned goddesses, my teeth are sure to start dropping out of my mouth indiscriminately.

She scanned the bar-code,  “that will be $1.06 please,” she said as she annoyingly chewed her gum and twirled her  poorly bleached blond hair.

I reached deep into my pocket and pulled out a wide array of change and dumped it on the counter.  I couldn’t count it quick enough.

I had no patience, I just shoved it towards the cashier and ran towards the exit.  I didn’t even wait for her to put it into a little brown bag.  I had no idea how much or how little I gave her, but I didn’t care. 

As I opened the door to leave, I heard the cashier call me a jerk-off, but those were just words.  I had the goddess in my hands.  I had what I came for.

I sat down with my back resting on the side wall of the 7-11 where no one could see me.  I teased the tab and pulled it open.

The sound of carbonation jumped into the air and a drop of the citrusy goodness splashed against my cheek as if to tease me back.

I raised the opening close to my lips, under my nose and breathed in as hard as I could.  Oh, the fruity, sweet smell was intoxicating, like riding on a unicorn floating above soft, white clouds without a care in the world.

The elegant dance of can versus man was over.  I turned the can up into the air and let the gooey sweetness flow rapidly down my throat.

Suddenly, I was transported into a different world, a different land where time and space did not matter.  I saw visions of flowing streams, gently trickling through dense mountain forests.

Mermaids were swimming peacefully, touching each other gently in naughty places while baby birds chirped on branches above their heads.

Then, the last drop fell onto my tongue.  I opened my eyes and realized I was back in the real world.

The dream-scape was over, the mermaids were gone and the birds were now silent.  I would soon be searching the streets for loose change to scrape up enough money for my next hit.

Hello Mountain Dew, I love you and I hate you at the same time.  I am an addict and I can’t stop.

Had there only been a warning sign on your green can, kind of like cigarette warnings, maybe I would never have tried you.  Maybe I would have drank you down anyway.

Maybe I will find one of those ambulance chasers and sue PepsiCo for turning me into an addict when I weigh 400 pounds and can’t get out my front door or when diabetes take my feet.  Maybe I will just continue to drink you down anyway.

Thank you Barney and Ally Hartman.  You are my heroes, you are my inspirations.

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12 thoughts on “Ode to Mountain Dew

    • Thanks, I appreciate you stopping by and reading. Never tried Mountain Dew?? Wow, you have to try a shot, I promise it will be life changing.

  1. Since I’m running a Soft Drink Project where Moutain Dew has already been presented over at my blog I just had to post a link to this wonderful ode to such a product.
    The post will go public early on Tuesday GMT

    Keep up the good work – Ted

  2. Thanks so much Ted, I appreciate it. I truly love Mountain Dew, the inspiration is real. Awesome of you to post it on your blog, thanks.

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  4. Dude!!! I love mountain dew, For a while I was hooked onto Mountain Dew Code red. its a sick addiction esp on the Summer days where its humid and swampy like the rings around delta burke’s neck…. Man Imma get me some mountain due real quick!!!

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  6. I have had a sugar cola (Coke, Dr. Pepper, etc.) addiction for a while. I’m one week sober. Not sure it it will last. Your description is perfect. I associate the colas with good things – they were the one “luxury” my husband and I could afford when first married. But now, alas, I’m trying to lose weight. But the colas keep calling . . .

    • Thanks for commenting, I appreciate it. I quit drinking real sodas about a month ago, so I am sober as well. I now have 1 diet soda a day for the caffeine. Amazing how hard that was to stop. I’m still waiting for the class action lawsuit against Pepsi, because I will always be an addict.

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