Dr. William Mitchell raised the test tube up so that it was eye level. He peered through the bubbling orange liquid. Lowering the tube, he dipped his pinky into the concoction. He inserted his finger into his puckered mouth and smacked his lips with satisfaction as he tasted the bittersweet elixir. He placed the test tube back into the holder. He glanced at the clock. He wiped his brow and began to unbutton his stark white lab coat.
"Nice work ladies, let's call it a day." With that, he dismissed his attractive, all-female staff, winking at each one as they passed by him and headed towards the door.
Dr. William Mitchell soon found himself alone in his laboratory with his thoughts and his notes. He could still taste the flavorful fluid on his lips. It tasted like success. Piquantly potent, with a smooth and citrusy finish; divinely decadent, with with an orange bite that beckoned for just one more sip. Dr. William Mitchell's taste buds didn't lie. He knew that he had created a breakthrough in fruit-flavored drink.
The world-renowned drink scientist closed his notebook up, and locked it away in his desk. Leaning back, the poured himself a gracious glass of whiskey and propped his feet up on his desk. He liked his whiskey neat.
William reached down into his briefcase and took out the latest issue of Playboy. He immediately flipped right to the centerfold and oggled for a bit.
Doctor William Mitchell had created what the world would soon come to know as Tang. Prior to that day in beverage history, "tang" was slang for "poontang." Naturally, Dr. William Mitchell was the sort of man that read Playboy.
No comments:
Post a Comment