The sun beat down and the humidity steamed up as my mom and I took to the streets of Manhattan. A few hours into our excursion, mom decided that we had to have a cool-down. Longingly, she told me that she could really go for an iced pepsi.
“Like a slurpee?” I asked.
“You wouldn’t like that,” she said sorrowfully.
We got an iced tea instead. It didn’t quite hit the spot for mom, so she also got an iced coffee.