Sunspots in the House of the Late Scapegoat

This week went by REALLY fast. I can't believe it's basically June already.

So ShaynE asked us to buy somebody a Coke this week and then write about it. So here's my story. On Friday I walked into a bar. It wasn't smoke filled, which was refreshing. The A/C was on because it was a warm day. I took a seat at the bar and the bartender asked, "What's your poison?" I said, "Coke" in disbelief he repeated, "Coke?" "Yeah, coke", I said.
He fills a tall glass full of Coke and places it in front of me. Sitting next to me was a beautiful blond haired woman. I introduced myself to her and she told me her name was Marina. She was a ballet dancer from Bulgaria. I asked her if I could buy her a drink and she smiled and said, "Sure." So I bought her a Coke. We sat there for about an hour, emptying our glasses, and talked. We talked about Sri Lanka, the joys of life and Nebula-namely the Orion Nebula. She gave me her number and I told her I'd call her in a week. She giggled and said something in her native tongue.
I smiled back and walked out of the bar, got in my car and drove home.

And that's all from Lake Woebegone, where all the women are strong, all the men are handsome and all the children are...above average.