Originally Posted by spertia
I haven't told this one already? I'm shocked. I could have sworn I told this one at least a couple of times by now. Mrs. T and the little one already tell me I repeat my stories, so I figured I'd leave well enough alone, but ah well.
So we're in the ATL in 1994 on a consulting trip. There are 10 or so of us, there for the week, bunch of damn tourists we were, and we go the Cheesecake Factory, cause we're dumb and don't know any better, and I don't think they had made it down to Texas by that time, so it was unique and exotic to us. We order drinks and most of us boozed it up pretty heavily back in the day, except for this one guy: Shawn. Shawn would not touch booze, no matter what, and strangely enough he never caught any flack for that. Very friendly, personable, couldn't hate on the guy, and so it went that he always ordered soft drinks when he was on the road.
So he orders a Dr. Pepper, because that's what he drank back home in Texas.
Turned out...back then, the only reliable way to get a Dr. Pepper (soft drink) outside of Texas was at a Taco Bell, because they had it shipped to all their stores. A lot of other places just didn't carry it. And somehow, along with our beers and mixed drinks, out comes a glass of dark cola-looking fizzy beverage. Shawn takes a drink and makes a funny look..."hmmm, this tastes weird - does this have alcohol?" The waiter said, yes it does - it was a mixed drink for them. They didn't get the soft-drink version, so a bartender pulled one together.
It blew our minds. We all tasted it, agreed that it was alcoholic, and that it was pretty damn close. Shawn ended up drinking water that evening, and someone else took the Dr. Pepper. Here's the kicker: some of us might have considered asking the waiter to make his with alcohol, but that's the sort of thing we would confess to in mid-dinner. No one ever confessed to mucking with his drink, not even years later.