Previously on Midlife Crisis Crossover:
Every year since 1999 my wife Anne and I have taken a trip to a different part of the United States and visited attractions, wonders, and events we didn’t have back home in Indianapolis. From 1999 to 2003 we did so as best friends; from 2004 to the present, as husband and wife. My son tagged along from 2003 until 2013 when he ventured off to college. We’ve taken two trips by airplane, but are much happier when we’re the ones behind the wheel — charting our own course, making unplanned stops anytime we want, availing ourselves of slightly better meal options, and keeping or ruining our own schedule as dictated by circumstances or whims. We’re the Goldens. It’s who we are and what we do.
For years we’ve been telling friends in other states that we’d one day do Atlanta’s Dragon Con, one of the largest conventions in America that isn’t in California or New York. We’d been in Atlanta, but we hadn’t really done Atlanta. Hence this year’s vacation, in which we aimed for a double proficiency in Atlanta tourism and over-the-top Dragon Con goodness. Before we went to D*C, there was the road trip to get there, and the good times to be had before the great times at the big show.
Atlanta is home to a few major companies with international reach and historical impact. Among them, Coca-Cola may be the largest and/or oldest. The World of Coca-Cola, the official museum for the 133-year-old drink, was originally next door to the Georgia Statehouse (a bit farther south) but relocated across the street from Centennial Olympic Park in 2007.
I lost my taste for sugary drinks after my 2004-2005 diet, but I remain a fan of Coke Zero even though some recently decided they should lengthen the name to overexplain the product to customers too obtuse to get it. Nonetheless, we had to explore it. Like the drink, much of it was loaded with sugar, but we found a few sweet spots to our liking.
The film was among Anne’s least favorite parts of this entire vacation. The theater was one of those amusement-park rides where the seats tilt, shake, rock, pitch about, and threaten to inflict nausea and jittery muscle pains upon sensitive viewers for the rest of the day. The film itself is, as you’d expect from corporate marketing, a harmless, bubbly trifle in which two wacky characters pretend to search for Coke’s secret formula, only to find at the end that the real secret formula was the customers we made along the way.
One of the costars appears to have left acting behind forever, or possibly changed her name and gone into witness protection. The main guy remains a working actor who’s had the entire short posted on YouTube since 2008, albeit minus the 3-D and the irritating earthquake effects.
The tour of course ends with a Coke souvenir store so you can take home merchandise that advertises their products to any guests who come to your place. We bought nothing there but spent money later. Part of the World of Coca-Cola experience is a photo op with the well-known Coca-Cola Polar Bear, whose prominence in their wintertime campaigns can be traced back to 1922 when one appeared in a French ad. Visitors can be photographed for free with the bear using their own phones and cameras, and Coke employees take a few shots with their camera, which are later made available for purchase online for irksome theme-park prices.
Sometimes we buy photo-op pics from tourist attractions as souvenirs. Sometimes we don’t. This time I spent the money literally only so I could provide a compare-and-contrast in this very chapter. When I looked it up on their site, I noticed a drastic difference in takes. The version in our lead photo is the one I had to overspend to acquire.
This is the free shot they took with my phone. See if you can spot the biggest difference between the two photos.
Gentle reminder: whether they sell food or cars or fashions or comic-book movies, giant corporations may provide you with fun and entertainment and happy tastes and fuzzy memories of when their products intersected with big moments in your personal history, but their number one priority is money. You may rate them highly when evaluating their participation in your quality of life, but they are not your friends.
To be continued!
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