Thanks to THIS post, I wanted a Dr. Pepper. The machines here have Mr. Pibb, so I was going to have to settle. As I was standing in front of the machine getting my change out, a coworker came round the corner and asked 'You want a Dr. Pepper?" Cripes! Paul's psychic!!! But, no, he just had a Dr. Pepper in his little fridge that he didn't really want and was trying to off-load. Wow. So, I am getting my itch scratched, most unexpectedly. life is good.