Old Faithful

It was the middle of my eighth grade year. My best friends and I were sitting at our usual table at lunch eating Taco Bell. My friend Sarah had finished her first taco and was getting ready to eat her second. She absolutely loved sour cream, so she saved the majority of it for her last taco and was ecstatic about how amazing this glorious food would taste. My other friend Betsy, who was sitting across from Sarah, had completed her meal and was sipping on her Coke while chatting with Sarah and I.
At the opposite end of the table, my friends Cami and Walker were carrying on a conversation about Cami's "brownie log" and how it strikingly resembled a pice of dog excrement. Being the nosey middle schoolers that we were, we listened to their conversation and chuckled at their obvious lack of maturity. Suddenly, my friend Casey realized that it was almost time for lunch to end and yelled across the table for my acquaintances to "clean that crap up!" Betsy, realizing the irony of that statement, immediately spewed her mouthful of Coke across the table where it engulfed Sarah's precious taco.
Devistated by the obvious destruction of her prize possesion, Sarah burst into tears and exclaimed that her day had been ruined by the "fountain of soda." With suppressed laughter, we labeled Betsy as Old Faithful because of her apparent resemblance to the geyser and to this day, the name stuck. Oh, the joys of middle school.