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Tuesday, October 14 2014, 12:45 pm PDT

My first clue that conflict could be downright silly came to me in a real, old-fashioned soda fountain -- part of my boyhood in 1950s Jacksonville, Florida.
My Mom and my Aunt Agnes had been shopping with their kids: me, my sister Jennifer, and cousins Jack and Kathy. Jack and I were around 8 or 9; our sisters were a few years younger. The soda fountain in the neighborhood drug store seemed as good a place as any for a break so we all settled in at the counter.
It was a typical hot and humid North Florida day; a nice cold drink would really hit the spot.
When the waitress ("server" wouldn't become a term for several decades) brought our orders, she accidentally switched the girls' drinks: Kathy got Jennifer's Pepsi, Jennifer got Kathy's 7-up. It happens.
Kids are quick to spot an injustice, and we were no exception. Each of the girls took it as a personal outrage that not only did she receive the WRONG drink, but her cousin had gotten what SHE wanted instead! Oh, the horror!