Is Dr. Pepper the Lando Calrissian of Sodas?
It was an ordinary Sunday night. Maybe a little rainy. It had been a long day. On the way home from the charity center I stopped at a gas station convenience store to quench my thirst. My hands were gnarled from long hours with a spoon and toothpicks, and my haggard frame barely held up my suit. I didn’t need much, just a little pick-me-up to take the edge off. I instinctively reached for something from the cold case, but as I grabbed for my usual can of Diet Coke my eyes came to rest on a strange new something. That something had 25 letters and red and yellow stripes. It had three flavors in its name and sported the title of a professional — a physician no less. I’m not one to take chances in life, but something about this stocky, stripy stranger and her erudite airs was giving me the spins. I fell for her, and I fell hard.
So it’s not just me, then. That’s good to know. I am hooked on this stuff. And the new Diet Berries & Cream Dr. Pepper, too. The stuff is like liquid crack.