The True Taste of Summer

Story Sent in by Heather:

On one of the hottest summer days I can remember, I was on a first date with Robert. He took me to a food truck lot and we grabbed lunch and lemonades.

I was content to eat and drink, but Robert studied his lemonade closely.

"What's wrong?" I finally asked him.

"Is this lemonade or urine?" he asked.

We had both ordered lemonades from the same place and it tasted like lemonade to me. "I'm pretty sure it's lemonade," I said.

"No, it's urine," he said, then stood up with the cup and went back to the food truck.

I drank down my own lemonade and watched from a little ways away as he exchanged some words with the truck people. I saw him throw out his lemonade and storm away.

He didn't return. Maybe he planned to, but after over 15 minutes of waiting I decided to finish my lemonade and lunch and then leave. I felt bad for this troubled fellow but I was able to box up his food and bring it home with me. So it wasn't a total loss.


  1. Are you sure his food wasn't feces?

    (Guess it will be when you're done with it! OH! *insert rimshot here*)

  2. It's quite the plethora of tastes one can discover on a date: feces, piss, ass, germs, tongue, brocolli, etc...


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