When I was about 7 or 8, I was outside playing, when for some reason my friend Gerard and I went up to my apartment for something. When we got there, my parents weren't home and we were locked out. My neighbor heard us in the hall and invited us in (why we didn't just go back outside to play is a mystery to me). She offered us pretzels and soda, but all she had was club soda. We ate the pretzels and sipped at the club soda which we both thought was terrible. We didn't want to be rude so we both forced ourselves to drink it. Why couldn't it have been ginger ale?