Always Coca Cola...

HERE’S A LITTLE SOMETHIN’ I THOUGHT WOULD WARRANT CAPITAL LETTERS AND A FEW GRAMMATICALLY UNNECESSARY EXCLAMATION POINTS!!!

The Coca Cola Super Chill. Available only in Hong Kong, at 30 strategically placed vending machines, for a limited time only. And no, Coke didn’t pay me to write this. They may want to dish out some money to buy my silence though. Read on...

Picture if you will, an unassuming bottle of regular coke. When opened, the cap snaps to initiate a chemical endothermic reaction that turns the caramel-colored liquid into ice, leaving you with an instant coke-flavored Slurpee.

Now picture me—rolling my eyes and looking pissed off. Because I had to track down the whereabouts of this miraculous drink as if it were the Holy Grail, and it seriously let me down. More than that, it left me bitter, in a heartbroken ex-lover “I trusted you” kind of way.
I had dragged myself to one of those exclusive vending machines (1/F, Windsor House); I dooted my Octopus card; I waited with anticipation; and then I finally dove in with faith.

At first, it looked like I was going to get my fairytale ending. There was a louder-than-usual click when I twisted open the plastic bottle cap. Instantly, the coke fizzled and started solidifying into ice crystals on the surface. But then it stopped short—like, 3 seconds later—with only a few pathetic clusters of ice gathered on top. Those anti-climatic ice bits melted within the next minute. I bought another bottle. Three tries later, I succumbed to the fact that the Super Chill...was super lame.

I wasn’t the only one who wasted precious moments of life on this. I dragged my poor husband down with me, and witnessed four other groups of people that will no doubt be regretting this on their deathbeds as well.