ice cream and soda

As a kid my dessert was ice cream and soda. When my homework was finished and the good TV shows were about to come on, I’d fix myself a nice bowl of whatever the flavor of the week was, pour a tall glass of soda, park myself in front of the screen and gorge. I was told it was impolite to drink out of a 2-liter bottle, but when the bottle ran low enough to fill a glass, I did it anyway. I figured that there was no worry of transferring germs since the bottle would be recycled after I finished it. The same applied for a carton of ice cream: if I was going to eat the remaining contents, I didn’t bother with a bowl. Every now and then these events would overlap and I’d be drinking from a 2-liter soda bottle while eating from an ice cream carton. On one such occasion, my mother entered the room while I was watching Family Matters. She looked at me with a carton of Breyers Vanilla Bean on my lap and a bottle of Schweppes Ginger Ale in my hand and said “You’re disgusting”. My response, with a mouth full of ice cream, was, “What?”