Passion (Fruit Punch)

With this new blog, I am feeling quite adventurous, reaching out into modern technology like a goldfish rushes toward the surface of water when its food is lovingly sprinkled across. I may compromise and create a blog, compromise and wear flats, compromise on where to eat after church on Sunday nights, but there is one thing I never compromise on: my AM/FM radio.

 

There’s just something about commercial radio. I love commercials. I love listening to them: moaning at the stupid ones, snickering at the inappropriate ones, and rolling my eyes at the ones built upon desperation. XM radio cannot compare.

 

Commercial-free radio is like not eating the chips and dip at a Mexican restaurant. It’s picking the pepperonis off the pizza, not reading the fortune inside the cookie, liking the Chipmunks better without Alvin , or not dipping your chicken nuggets in BBQ sauce. Each commercial stimulates a response in my ever active imagination. Most recently, the KoolAid commercial really got the hamster running…

 

“More smiles in every gallon.”  Really, KoolAid?

 

Is encouraging parents to fuel their kids up with sugar-infused red food coloring really going to give more smiles in every gallon? Are red stained clothes, upholsteries, and children going to create more smiles in every gallon? Has anyone ever smiled more per gallon when realizing the red stains under their fingernails may never go away? (By the way: never make KoolAid and eat Doritos. Even Frankie couldn’t relax with that color combination.)

 

Perhaps KoolAid is trying to encourage nostalgia in their adult target market. Bringing to mind the days where cough syrup was the perfect solution to any ailment is a noble strategy, to be sure. There is probably a conspiracy between the KoolAid owners and the cough syrup developers. The secret ingredient must be the same. They taste exactly the same. And how else would the cough syrup cure the cold and KoolAid make a skinned-knee all better?

 

Wrapping this up now, lest I get accused once again of being longwinded. I haven’t had a glass of KoolAid in forever. Today, thanks to my commercial radio and its never ending supply of imagination stimulation, I just may go home and grab a gallon. If you see me tomorrow, please don’t act like you don’t know me just because my whole mouth will have a red circle around it. Reach deep down and hug the child who hides inside your heart. If you’re sweet, I’ll pour you a glass.

 

Note: If anyone from KoolAid is reading this, I accept compensation in forms of gift certificates, cash, credit, check, and free samples.