Pepsi or Coke?

Here's my Believing and Doubting essay for everyone to read! :) Here's the scene: a man in a grocery store, deciding what kind of tasty beverage he wants to drink...enjoy! :) :)

As I stand in the grocery store, staring at the two biggest drinks ever comprised, I scrunched my eyebrows and placed my hand on my chin in deep contemplation. There they were, two long shelves of Coca-Cola beverages and Pepsi soft drinks. Oh how I wanted them! The thirst that was upon me nearly overwhelmed my senses. My throat was dry and my eyes blood shot from the lack of confidence in choosing a suitable soda to satisfy my senses. Pepsi or Coke? The choice was maddening!

The sweet taste of Coca-Cola flew into my senses as I could taste the caramel, fizzy, and smooth liquid run down my throat. Remembering the smell of it was intoxicating! I glanced over at the Pepsi products. Poof! My Coca-Cola angel appeared on my right shoulder, caressing my face, gently. “You don’t want Pepsi, my friend. Coke is where it’s at! Remember that time at the Christmas party?” He teased. I smiled as I reflected back on the time he was referring to.

“That was a slamming party,” I admitted to myself as my Coke angel softly pushed my head to look at the Coca-Cola section once again with a giant grin his devilish face.

“Red is the color of power and adventure. Choose the Coca-Cola. It’ll make you invisible!” He whispered, convincingly. I do like adventure, but wait a minute.

“Aren’t you my shoulder devil?” I asked averting my gaze to look at the red angel, standing on my shoulder. He looked surprised. “You’re all dressed in red with little horns on your head. Wouldn’t that make the guy who’s about to appear to tempt me about the Pepsi, my shoulder angel?” He glared at me in fury.

I continued to gaze at my choices between the two soda kings, Coca-Cola and Pepsi. I furled my eyebrows once again in the exasperating attempt to choose between the two colas. Poof! A blue devil appeared on my left shoulder. His face staring down my Coke Angel, maliciously. “The man is right, red’s the color of evil! Blue is where love, harmony, and peace come from. That means when you pick up the Pepsi drink, you will be filled with sweet satisfaction and nothing will ever disturb that inner bliss! Think of it’s vanilla taste, superior caramel color and texture, the carbonation not making your stomach bloat up with too much air, and the ladies love it,” my Pepsi Angel persuaded, tempting me with the thought of less carbonation. A smile spread across my face at that thought as I stared deep into the inviting blue labels of the Pepsi products.

I reached one arm out, ready to grab one of the twelve ounce plastic Pepsi bottles in front of me. My Coke devil tugged on my ear to try to stop me as my Pepsi devil mocked the other devil victoriously. My fingers touched the bumpy grip of the bottle’s exterior. I came to my senses, my grin fading. “Hold on, how do you know that Pepsi has less carbonation than Coke? And my wife hates the soda period!” I argued, looking at the blue devil on my left shoulder.

“What? No, no, no! You can drink it! Your wife doesn’t have to know!” the Pepsi devil pleaded as the Coke devil burst out in laughter. I shrugged my shoulders, walked down the aisle a little ways, grabbed a Country Time Lemonade, twisted the bottle’s cap with a swish of a sound, and downed half of it in sweet contentment with a sigh of relief. That’s what I needed. The two devils on either side of my face moaned and cursed in defeat as they disappeared with two loud poofs! I smiled in my pleasure as I began to walk to the check out line to pay my $2.89 plus tax worth of quenching relief.

Any comments? I would like to hear them...thanks! :)