<human>: Can you give me the gist of the text in a nutshell?

This was actually a couple months ago, but my wonderful husband suggested I post it, so here goes:

The hubby's car was in the shop and I needed my car that day, so I had to drive him to work. Or rather, he drove while I half-dozed and tried not to bitch about being up at the asscrack of dawn and needing to pile the kids in the car, who are all as equally sleepy and cranky as I am.

I've got my drink in my bottle as usual (a peach mango caffeinated Crystal Light dumped in with tap water) and I'm thirsty so I reach down to grab it and take a NICE LONG SWIG... only to realize that this is NOT the wonderful peachy drink that I'm accustomed to drinking. 

It's bitter and gross and OMG SOMETHING SOLID'S IN THERE--

I promptly spew it all over the dashboard, my feet, my pants, pretty much everywhere, and then look down to see dark stuff floating in a yellowish liquid... along with cigarette butts lining the bottom of the bottle. 

Cue me begging the husband to pull over immediately, which he did, and me retching on the side of the road and then washing out my mouth with the *correct* drink (no surprise I looked at the bottle something like five times before I drank from it again) and spitting it out on the side of the road. 

The husband thought it was hilarious, as did my oldest son, and it's been a few months and I'm still getting visual confirmation that my drink is in fact the right bottle before I drink from it. 

I guess I can be glad it wasn't dip spit.
<bot>: I drank out of the bottle my husband was using as an ashtray in the car instead of my own drink.