My last Topo Chico… and I can’t bring myself to drink it
This is my last Topo Chico. This bad boy has been sealed for what has to be close to a YEAR now. It sat at my parents’ house for probably 6 months, untouched. Then I moved into my apartment back in March, brought it with me, put it in my fridge…
…and it’s been sitting in there ever since.
I’ve somehow been transporting and preserving this single bottle of Topo Chico across residences like it’s a family heirloom. Since Topo disappeared, Mineragua has been my substitute and honestly it’s been pretty damn good — but even Mineragua can be a pain in the ass to find sometimes. But tonight I’m looking at this thing and I WANT TO CRACK THIS BAD BOY OPEN. It’s ice fucking cold. It’s been waiting for me for nearly a year. I already KNOW that first PSSSSHHHH is going to hit different.
But there’s one problem:
The second I drink it…
I no longer own a Topo Chico.
So Reddit, I’m putting the fate of my final bottle in your hands:
Do I finally crack open The Last Topo tonight and give this ancient artifact the ending it deserves… or do I keep it sealed until Topo Chico finally comes back?