In case you don’t know Housemate and I drink a LOT of beverages which is his euphuism for pop. It’s hard to say how much we drink – I try not to count. But whenever I start to run out of space to store the cans I take them back to the local Return It Centre for the refund.
A couple of months ago I was taking in all the cans when I heard a woman at the checkout exclaim “$6.66! Just give me $6.65. I can’t accept anything with ‘666’. That’s the devil’s number!”
I refuse to let such an open display of insane superstition go unchecked in my neighbourhood so I laughed and told her she was being ridiculous.” It’s just a number, madam,” I said. “It can’t hurt you!”
But apparently she’s not alone in her fear. According to Wikipedia there’s actually a word to describe the fear of 666. It’s called hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia. Oy!
On March 19 I too was confronted with the number of the beast when I turned in all my cans and bottles. Here’s the receipt:
As you can see I returned 108 cans of Coke. Which is probably a month’s worth of beverages between Housemate and myself. Go ahead, do the math and figure out how much Coke I drink!
Oh yeah, all those bottles of wine and cans of alcohol came from a single party. It was fun! Here’s a photo of the wine: