Choices

The scene at nearly every restaurant I've patronized 1 year before I became an alcoholic:

Waiter: And what will you have to drink?
Me: Coke.
Waiter: We don't have Coke. Is Pepsi okay?
Me: Yeah, sure, same thing.

Then 6 months before I became an alcoholic:

Waiter: And what will you have to drink?
Me: A cola.
Waiter: What?
Me: Cola.
Waiter: A Cooler?
My Date: He'll have a Coke.
Waiter: We don't have Coke. Is Pepsi okay?
Me: Yeah, sure, whatever!

Now everytime I go out to eat, I drink beer.
I blame the territorial controls of the softdrink industry for my little problem.