I take my 80+ years old dad to physical therapy three times a week.  I was thirsty and decided to stop at Burger King to buy one of those new Fanta Orange frozen drinks.  I got my dad one too because I know that they work him over in therapy.

We were on our way home enjoying our drinks when I heard slurpp… I thought oh he enjoyed his frozen drink.  Then I heard slurpp, slurppppp.  I thought damn he really liked it.  Then another slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp.  (Now I am thinking damnit, stop it)!  If the roles were reversed when I was younger he would have yelled at me to stop making that sound.  Then several smaller slurp, slurp, slurp noises came again.  I said dad I think it’s gone now.  He said no I think its a little bit more left.  Let me tell you all this I wanted to pull over my damn car and let his a#$ walk with his walker home.  Just when I was finishing thinking about putting his *&! out my car I heard it again.  S L U R PPPPPPP OH HELL NAW!!!

I asked dad if he wanted me to get another drink? (like hint, hint) He said no that’s ok.  It’s a good thing because I didn’t want to hear that sound again.  Now I know why 7-Eleven calls it Slurpees.