Making It Up As I Go Along #387

Doctors and Vices
We all have vices. Some smoke... actually, a lot still smoke. They may push it harder and harder to remove smoking from society but it seems every second car on the road has a smoker in it. The automobile has become one of the few acceptable smoking venues now. And cigarette butts have become the only acceptable litter to be discarded at will, no matter the location.

Back on track... vices... we have cigarettes. There are also drugs. Recreational drugs of all types, alcohol, prescription drugs. The fact is, a lot of people want to change the way they feel as they walk through the world. For them, the drug changes reality... at least for a little while.

Food is a vice. A lot of people eat many times the number of daily calories than is needed. Chocolate is a vice for millions.

Pornography, fast cars, shopping... all vices.

I have several vices. I’d assume I do anyway. People go through life with vices that they don’t even realize is a vice.

The vice I will speak of today is one I’ve carried for many years now... one that has increased it’s grip on me over the last six months or so... I’ve been drawn in by a doctor... enslaved and in need of his fix.

The vice I speak of... Dr. Pepper.

This is the greatest soft drink of all time! In the battle of Coke vs. Pepsi, I was always on the Coke side of the equation. But the Doctor has them both beat.

For a while I was off soft drinks for the most part. None would find their way into my home refrigerator unless a party was to occur that night. Sure I’d get the occasional Coke when out to supper, but in the house... only milk and juice!

Well Dr. Pepper has weaseled it’s way in. I don’t go nuts on it. I allow myself no more than one a day. But it’s there, tempting me... ready to make my day a little better.

In childhood, Dr. Pepper was not an option. Newfoundland had no Dr. Pepper in the stores. It must have had something to do with the island ecology. As a kid, I wanted Dr. Pepper and a turtle. Both were kept out of the province. Turtles for the diseases they could bring if released into the wild... Dr. Pepper... possibly the same. Perhaps they feared if a can of the stuff was left at a vacated camp site, bears would become hooked.

So my only Dr. Pepper fixes would come on summer vacations off the island. The drink I’d see on American advertising... there within my grasp on the shelf. In the beginning it was exotic. Like a soft drink movie star. I couldn’t believe it was right there in front of me.

We’d return to the campsite after our grocery run and the first thing I’d ask for is the Dr. Pepper. And what a wondrous drink it was. A taste like no other! I mean really, Coke and Pepsi... they have a bit of a difference but it’s subtle. Dr. Pepper is a drink onto itself. Not a cola, not root beer, not cream soda... a marvelous concoction that has to be tasted to be believed.

Over the years, this is how I had Dr. Pepper. On road trips to far off worlds. Worlds like... Toronto and Victoria. Worlds where the exotic is readily available.

In the mid 1980s, two incredible things came together... Dr. Pepper... and the three litre bottle. I saw it on a Toronto trip and was blown away. The bottle sat in the fridge... a seemingly never ending keg of goodness. After each outing, we’d return to our room and I’d run for a glass and pour myself a great cold piece of heaven. The bottle never seemed to empty... it was as if a dream.

Back home, in the early 90s, Oran Coffin and I struck gold. Not many knew of it, but there was a Dr. Pepper supplier within the city of St. John’s. Just one store... a convenience store that was located on the way from our neighbourhood to the ball hockey arena.

Car pooling to and from games, Oran and I would make a pit stop after a hard fought... loss (I’d like to say victory but, more often than not, we lost) and we’d venture into the store all sweaty and dehydrated. And there would be the cooler... off in the back... stocked with Dr. Pepper. It’s just as exotic cousin, Mello Yello, sat on the racks next to it. This is another drink available nowhere else in town and seen on all the TV ads. But my heart was spoken for... and the Doctor is what gave me my fix.

Today, Dr. Pepper has breached all worlds. Still not quite as easy to find as a Coke or a Pepsi... but now there no longer needs to be expeditions made half way across the world. The bears must have survived an accidental dose... as Newfoundland now has Dr. Pepper in most every grocery store (along with turtles at the pet stores).

And as I’ve endured a hard week. Where my character has been tested and all that’s right has been shaken... I’ve been able to lean on an old friend. A friend who knows how to put a smile on my face. One that sits upon it’s coaster within arm’s reach as I type these final words.

Sometimes vices are a very good thing.


SUNDAY...
— Slow day at work. Some moments of business but, overall, a quiet time.

MONDAY...
— Much like yesterday at work.

TUESDAY...
— Sucky day at work because my days in CPSIC, are now numbered. Starting shift being told you’re going to be moved out of the section soon isn’t a great way to go. I’ll leave it at... I did nothing wrong... they’re happy with my work... and leave it to the RCMP to be the only organization on earth where the end result of winning a promotion is sliding backwards in the grand scheme of things. I’ll ask to go back to AFIS... it all likely means that, within a month, I’ll be back to working five days a week with my weekends off. And blog writing will return to straight Sundays. We’ll see... we’ll see. But suddenly I have extra motivation to look at job possibilities in BC.

WEDNESDAY...
— Lots of food. RCMP softball party has pizza... work has Chinese food ordered in... cake and pie and other snacks. Work is something not really easy to be up for right now, after the way things have gone the last few days.

THURSDAY...
— Talk to a few people in the know about work promotions. It appears that this is within the rules and I understand it more but am a bit more disenchanted with the RCMP. One flawed interview process means more when it comes to work placement than a year of experience on the job. I’m being removed from CPSIC even though my supervisors are happy with my year of service... someone ranked higher in an interview than me.
— Wings and bowling with Jamie, Sarah, Phil, and Tom tonight. A nice time out.

FRIDAY...
— A few e-mails, one to the officer in charge of my section at work. The response is predictable and less than inspiring.
— Movies and baseball on TV help me unwind.

SATURDAY...
— Why is it that they say goalies can’t have smaller equipment in hockey, or they may be killed by shots... yet players are blocking shots more than ever without getting hurt. It doesn’t add up. When it comes to logic and common sense, the NHL is not a number one institution to look to for examples.