I can’t believe I remember this, but then again, it was so funny when it happened, that I can’t believe that I could possibly forget it!
When I was about 17 years old (I’m 36 now, you do the math) my parents took us to Florida. We stayed with my uncle in Bradenton, which is near Tampa Bay. One night we were coming back from somewhere and we decided to go through the drive thru of this place called The Polar Cup, or something like that. They served a drink that was a lot like a slushy, and I think it was a lemonade flavor, not that it matters in this story.
Anyhow, there were five of us. My dad, brother, uncle and myself all ordered the gigantic cup. My mom asked for the smallest cup they had.
Polar Cup people: You want the smallest?
My mom: Yes, the smallest.
Polar Cup people: Are you sure? How about a medium?
My mom: I’m sure, extra small if you have it.
Polar Cup people: Okay. Drive around to the window.
My dad drives around to the window, forks over the money, and then one by one he is handed a gigantic plastic cup with a yellow cover and a straw sticking out. One for me, one for my uncle, one for my brother, one for my dad. Those cups were HUGE!!!! They had to of been at least 36 ounces.
Then out comes the final cup.
And it was about the size of a Dixie cup.
Oh my gosh, it was hilarious!!! My polar drink was coming through my nostrils, and I was dying I was laughing so hard!
Mom took her little itty bitty Polar Cup and sucked it down.
Ahhh! So refreshing!