the inside joke in my friend group is that I am banned from ever trying to touch a ramune bottle again due to The Incident which is described below:
allow me to take you to my freshman year of college. I’m sitting with my roommate, getting dinner, and decide to get a bottle of ramune from the ramen place in the student center. The ramune is delicious. but there is one thing that’s bothering me. That damn marble.
why is it there? Why is it there if not to be taken out? how can I take it out? I must have it for my collection. you would think a pre med student would have more foresight and common sense, but alas, that damn marble! armed with my small Swiss Army knife I set to work on the rubber coating around the rim keeping the ball inside.
then, I knicked myself, which is what anyone besides me who bothered to think for two seconds could have predicted.
i proceed to ask my roommate to look through my bag for my first aid kit. The big blue one I say. she says it’s not in there. The other one then, in the clear plastic container. not there either, she says. the tiny one?? The one on the side? What one on the side she says. Devastated by somehow managing to put 0 of my 3 first aid kits in my bag, I wrap my bleeding hand in a series of napkins and get myself down to the student health center where I proceed to get bandaged excessively.
anyways, I am now banned from ramune and still short a marble. tragic.