Last week's post was openly lazy, but there was a reason I had become so lethargic by the time I sat down to write (dictate) the post.
You see, Rhonda and I had spent most of the afternoon on a crusade to find a most unusual thing - Co-Op Gold Ginger Ale.
Ginger Ale? I know. I thought much the same at first.
It started when we stopped at the Co-Op to fill the car with gas. Rhonda commented that she'd had a Co-Op ginger ale on her trip home from Winnipeg the week before, and we should grab some. Alas, the cooler had none left.
After the gas station, we needed to stop for some groceries (namely the hamburgers I needed to grill up in last week's post). But again, the coolers were empty and the shelves had been wiped clean. Well, that was a bit unusual.
We had some time before we needed to pick up Jonas from a friend's house, so we decided - what the heck, let's see if we can find some at the Co-op grocery near his friend's house. Again, no ale in sight. So we tried the gas station next door. Empty.
Things were starting to get weird.
The next day, I was in the south end and needed a Slurpee, so I stopped by the South Albert Co-op. No ginger ale.
At this point, it turned from fun curiosity into an obsession. I don't even care to drink the beverage. I just need to know it exists. It has become my holy grail.
On Friday, I dragged Jonas all the way to North Winnipeg Ave. Co-op only to leave empty-handed again.
And so this story continues to progress without a resolution. As recently as last night, Rhonda stopped at the Co-op grocery store and left with another ale fail. I have some holidays next week, and while we'd planned to go to Buffalo Pound for some camping, I'm prepared to cancel and spend the week scouring Western Canada for this soda.
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Legends say it was all buried in a landfill like the Atari ET game. Maybe someday it will be found.
THE LANDFILL OF COURSE!
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