edng
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Its hard enough getting Dr Pepper soda here ... imagine my surprise last Friday when I spotted a whole pallet of Diet Dr Pepper for sale during this festive season for a mere $5 a dozen.... made in the USA too....wow.
Plonked down my $ and gleefully carted it home ..... feeling was similar to finding a stash of forgotten Behikes.
Like rare beer, I gently lay each can down in the fridge for 3 days to settle down.
Monday, I pulled one out and poured out half a glass (better not waste the good stuff) .
Sitting my wide-eyed 7 year old daughter on my lap in front of the glass containing this dark nectar with little sparkling popping bubbles, I explained:
"See darling, what you see in this glass is part of the American Dream..... together with McDonalds, Disneyland, apple pie and baseball"
"Daddy, what's the taste like?"
"Darling, it tastes like freedom.... sweet and spicy"
"That sounds yummy! I want it NOW !" she pleaded with me.
I help her lift the glass to her lips as she took a full gulp of the great American communion.
Getting off my lap, she jumps, skips and waves her hands in jubilation ....... wow, she'll love America...
She sprints off into my bedroom obviously looking for Mummy.
"What did you just feed our daughter?" as she carried out a sobbing little bundle clamped onto her chest, arms wrapped around her neck.
I showed her the Diet Dr Pepper .... she took a sip of it.
"How could you ??!!?? This tastes like ...like... carbonated dishwater!"
I had not until that point in time tasted a Diet Dr Pepper yet.... I thought it'd taste just like the real thing I'd drank from bottles years ago when I went to college in the Midwest.. ... I took a swig off the can and .... it was nowhere near a regular Dr Pepper......
If regular Dr Pepper was a taste of American heaven, Diet Dr Pepper tasted like the purgatory that is Calcutta sewage.
"Daddy! You're naughty!!! I dont want to go to Disneyland anymore !"
I was told to either drink the entire carton myself or give it to an unpleasant neighbor upstairs.
I laid out a saucer of it for the neighborhood cats who were used to their regular watering hole..... they left it untouched.
I left the other 11 unopened cans at the common mailbox area of our condo, free for anyone who wanted a can of soda.
......And I'm still left wondering where it all went wrong....
Plonked down my $ and gleefully carted it home ..... feeling was similar to finding a stash of forgotten Behikes.
Like rare beer, I gently lay each can down in the fridge for 3 days to settle down.
Monday, I pulled one out and poured out half a glass (better not waste the good stuff) .
Sitting my wide-eyed 7 year old daughter on my lap in front of the glass containing this dark nectar with little sparkling popping bubbles, I explained:
"See darling, what you see in this glass is part of the American Dream..... together with McDonalds, Disneyland, apple pie and baseball"
"Daddy, what's the taste like?"
"Darling, it tastes like freedom.... sweet and spicy"
"That sounds yummy! I want it NOW !" she pleaded with me.
I help her lift the glass to her lips as she took a full gulp of the great American communion.
Getting off my lap, she jumps, skips and waves her hands in jubilation ....... wow, she'll love America...
She sprints off into my bedroom obviously looking for Mummy.
"What did you just feed our daughter?" as she carried out a sobbing little bundle clamped onto her chest, arms wrapped around her neck.
I showed her the Diet Dr Pepper .... she took a sip of it.
"How could you ??!!?? This tastes like ...like... carbonated dishwater!"
I had not until that point in time tasted a Diet Dr Pepper yet.... I thought it'd taste just like the real thing I'd drank from bottles years ago when I went to college in the Midwest.. ... I took a swig off the can and .... it was nowhere near a regular Dr Pepper......
If regular Dr Pepper was a taste of American heaven, Diet Dr Pepper tasted like the purgatory that is Calcutta sewage.
"Daddy! You're naughty!!! I dont want to go to Disneyland anymore !"
I was told to either drink the entire carton myself or give it to an unpleasant neighbor upstairs.
I laid out a saucer of it for the neighborhood cats who were used to their regular watering hole..... they left it untouched.
I left the other 11 unopened cans at the common mailbox area of our condo, free for anyone who wanted a can of soda.
......And I'm still left wondering where it all went wrong....