I’m sitting here sipping on a can of Coca-Cola.
It’s the first Coke I’ve had since watching the fantastic ending to my favourite TV series: Mad Men. Ever since seeing that ending, I’ve not been able to get the sweet taste of Coke out of my mind.
“I’d like to buy the world a Coke” has really resonated with me over the past couple of weeks. I’ve had the song on repeat and even told myself I’ll download it and listen to it whenever I’m feeling nostalgic about Mad Men. It’s a song that makes me happy and gives me a sense of belonging; I’m sharing this Coke with millions, maybe even billions of people around the world. That’s a really special feeling.
When I took the first sip from this can I’m currently drinking, I had a magical Coca-Cola induced flashback to a memory I’ve never told anyone. It was too strange to share and too hard to believe, but like people all over the world do with their can of Coke, I’m going to share it with you.
It was 3:30am in Canterbury during the summer of 2014. I’d been on a night out with my friends and decided to get the last train home. Just my luck – the last train home wasn’t until 5:30am, so I had a few hours to kill at the train station.
When I arrived there it was empty and wet. I was sweaty and hot from all the dancing I’d done that evening and really needed to cool off. Fortunately for me, there are two vending machines on my platform. Unfortunately for me, I only had £11.00 in my pocket.
With no shops nearby to break a tenner and get some change, I took advantage of this empty train station and began pacing the length of it to find some change on the floor. After hours of wandering around picking up pennies, jumping down onto the tracks and going through shrubbery and dirty drains, I managed to gather 50p in change. I remember the last 20p I found was shinier than any coin I’ve ever seen in my life. I was on top on the world at 4:45am, happy in the thought that I’d found just enough to finally quench my nagging thirst and drying mouth.
I figured £1.50 was enough to get me a drink and a snack, but who knows with these vending machine prices. It turns out it was the perfect amount for a single bottle of Coca-Cola. I stood there in front of this vending machine contemplating its vast selection, listening to a mixture of machinery humming and birds singing in the soft morning light. There was a small row of three Coca-Cola bottles, uniformly straight, all staring at me.
As I scan the line of Coke bottles, I notice something unbelievable.
“Share a Coke with Stuart” it said. My name, there in front of me, basking under the vending machine light making the Coke bottle seem angel-like. I couldn’t believe it. I’d spent two chilly hours sifting through drains, jumping on train tracks and rummaging in bushes to muster up enough change to buy a drink, and I’m presented with a Coke that has my name on it.
This may not seem very special to anyone other than me, but it’s the first and only ever Coke product I’ve seen with my name on it. I worked in Tesco filling shelves with every type of Coke available, but never once saw my name. I thought the chances of being alone at a very busy train station are incredibly rare. The chances of gathering up the perfect amount of change to buy a drink are very lucky. The chances of Coke bottles in the vending machine having only my name on them seems unbelievable. I felt the same way Don did in the above picture.
So I put my dirty change into the machine, grab my Coke and knock back as much as my body allows me to guzzle. In hindsight I wish I’d muttered “It’s the real thing” after my guzzling was done. So I took a seat, stared at this dream-like bottle with “Stuart” written on it, boarded my train and headed home with happiness in my hand.
The world bought me a Coke.