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The Kool-Aid Fiasco

I doubt very seriously that there would be many people who loved their teenage years as much as I did. From what I’ve been told, there are many who found those years to be awkward and filled with disappointments. I had reasons to feel the same way. Somehow, though, the good times had a habit of outshining the bad times.


The Kool-Aid Fiasco

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Altered by Glynis Jolly

When I was 16, my father bought me a car that had been deemed totaled. He repaired the body and the mechanical damage that had been done to it. It was a 1968 Toyota Corolla. It could seat 4 people comfortably, 6 tightly and 8 if people sat on other’s laps.

During that summer, along with “the gang”, I had nothing but fun. We went to Red Rocks and climbed. We had beer parties in empty field just south of the city. We went to places like Heritage Square and the Pearl Street Mall.

Late in July that year, four of us found out about the birthday of one of the other ones, a girl named Cathy. Life at home for her was a little tough. She was the oldest of 3 girls and there was just her mother as a parent. We had no idea where her father was. We were pretty certain that there wouldn’t be much of a party at home for her sweet 16th birthday.

We decided we’d throw a party for her. We got the hot dogs, hot dog buns, the potato chips, raw vegetable sticks, Kool-Aid and, of course, the cake. Our only problem was that we had a terrible time finding a container for the Kool-Aid. We had already spent most of our money on everything else and we needed gas money to get to the park we wanted to celebrate at, Washington Park where most of the hippies hung out.

One of the four of us planning this party, Danny started rummaging through all the cupboards in his mom’s kitchen looking for a container that would suffice. Finally, he found something we all thought would work, an old wine bottle with a lid that screwed on. Danny mixed up the Kool-Aid powder with water in a large bowl and then poured it into the wine bottle using a funnel.

On the day of Cathy’s birthday, the entire gang piled into Danny’s truck and my car, both vehicles carrying some of the goodies. I followed Danny’s truck to the park. As we entered on one of the main roads within the park, a cop stopped Danny. I stopped behind him, completely bewildered by what had transpired. Why would Danny be stopped? None of us had anything illegal with us.

The cop asked for Danny’s credentials. Then he went to the passenger’s side of the truck, asked that Rick get out, and bring the wine bottle with him. By this time, Danny and Rick figured out what might have been the problem. The cop was thinking there was wine in that crazy bottle. Rick started to open the wine bottle saying, “Officer, it isn’t wine. Really! It’s Kool-Aid. We came to the park to have a birthday party. Have a sip.”

Of course, the cop was skeptical and agitated. Who did we think we were fooling? Dave got out of my car and went to talk to the cop. He convinced the cop to smell the opening of the container and to take just a taste.

After doing so, the cop demanded that all of us get out of our vehicles and stand just beyond the curb on the grass. He gave us a ten-minute lecture on proper containers, closed containers and being minors with containers.

He let us go and even let us have our wine bottle with the Kool-Aid in it with the clear understanding that the bottle goes into the trash before we leave the park.


BTW, we had a fantastic time celebrating Cathy’s birthday. 😀


18 comments on “The Kool-Aid Fiasco

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  2. Debra Yearwood

    Excellent story and so funny. I imagine the lecture was more about him saving face than you doing anything weird. 🙂


    • Glynis Jolly

      Actually, the opened wine bottle in a vehicle was against the law. We just didn’t know it at the time. If we hadn’t of been in the park already, the officer probably would of had all of us at the police station. We got lucky with a cop who was willing to bend the law a little for us. I doubt that I could find a cop like that these days though. :/


      • Debra Yearwood

        An opened bottle of kool-aid… 🙂 I do get the point though. You were lucky indeed.


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  4. skinnyuz2b

    Glynis, what a great story! And I agree with you. I had much heartache and disappointment during my teen years too, but mainly remember the good stuff. It’s sort of like life in general, it’s all in how you look at it and what you focus on.


  5. Cindi

    Oh, such a great story … and ending!!


  6. fingerprintwriting

    What a lovely story! I’m glad the cop was kind enough to take a whiff of the Kool-Aid cap. I can just imagine the solemn faces as he gave his lecture:)


    • Glynis Jolly

      Glad you liked the story. I’ll never forget that day. As for how we looked when the cop had us standing there next to the curb, all of us could feel the heat rising up our necks and into our checks. Talk about embarrassment. :/


  7. Oh goodness I can’t stop laughing. I can picture you and your friends standing sheepishly on the side of the road being lectured. I applaud Danny for his resourcefulness. 🙂


  8. suzjones

    That’s a great story. 🙂


  9. Let's CUT the Crap!

    Ha ha, but I want to know if the bottle had been washed out properly before the Kool Aid had been added. How did the cop know about the bottle?

    I like the stories about your teenage years. 😛


    • Glynis Jolly

      Okay Tess, the bottle was washed out with Joy in the kitchen sink. In fact I made Danny rinse it out twice so the Kool-Aid would taste like soap. The cop knew because Rick, sitting on the passenger’s side, had it sitting on top of other stuff that was in his lap. Dumb kid, right?

      I think I’ve said this before but just in case… my teenage years were a blast! 😛


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