After an afternoon of roller skating, I was really hankering for some soda pop. So I put on a pair of oxfords & bobby socks, and called up a friend to meet me for some fizzy phosphate. We ordered up a black cow instead, with two straws for a very thirsty pair. We sat on cherry red bar stools and let our feet dangle just above the checkered ground, while Chuck Berry sang over the roar of ice cold soda fizzing off the faucet. No matter the weather, no matter the time of day, it's never too late for a quick stop at the soda pop shop.
This sounds wonderful! I'll be dropping by a phosphate place after work I think!
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