This is what happened last time I drank Coke on a weekday. That was a little over a year ago, shortly after I declared that I would only drink Coke on Shabat from thence forth. I have now broken that rule a second time. No explosions have yet occurred.
Last night I was sitting the office of the Acorn, the University’s newspaper, copy editing. I was doing this straight through to the wee hours of the morning. One of the senior staff members announced that she was going out to a vending machine and inquired if anyone would like anything. I announced, quite without thinking, that I would like a Coke. I felt a sudden craving for my Shabat beverage. She went to get the Coke. I started to worry. As noted, last time I drank Coke on a weekday my head was nearly removed from my neck and some drapes became severely stained. She returned. I drank the Coke. Nothing happened.
Here’s my reasoning for why this entire episode is not as dishonest as I was worried it is: It’s Sh’mini Atzeret, the final day of Sukot and a holiday unto itself. Correct me if I’m wrong, but does that not mean that today is actually a Shabat, thought not the Shabat? If so, then I think I was completely right to drink Coke last night.
And right now. I’m drinking Coke right now.