My New Nemesis: Coke Zero Guy
Someone that I work with, who parks generally pretty close to where I park, enjoys drinking Coke Zero. Well, partially enjoys drinking Coke Zero. You see, just about EVERY SINGLE WORKDAY this person will drink half a can of their delicious Coke Zero beverage and then place the can on the ground outside their car door and drive off.
Despite the presence of trash cans and recycle bins in and around the entire lot, this person has no time for proper waste disposal. Or perhaps this person is just so exhausted from their amazingly healthy lifestyle that there's just not enough strength left in their body after a long hard day to just drive their trash home and throw it away when they get there. No sir, Captain Busypants drinks half a Coke Zero and then decides our parking lot is the best place to dispose of their symbol of healthy living. "Look at me, fellow colleagues! I drink delicious Coke Zero and am marking my territory with it! Bow down before me because I am clearly superior to all of you!"
Why does this bother me so much you might be asking yourself? Because this asshat's half-full (yes I'm that kind of guy) Coke Zero can would always wind up getting crunched under one of my tires and not-so-refreshing-at-that-point Coke Zero product would splash up onto the front of my car when I'd come to work in the morning. After happening several times I simply started parking further away to avoid this, but I can't believe I've actually altered my parking place because some douchenozzle can't manage to throw away their trash and now seems to be making a point to leave it behind for all to see.
What's the deal, Coke Zero Guy? Are you scared to bring home your can where the wife can see it, afraid that she'll question your manhood? You've done this every day for at least six months now, surely you've lost a little bit of weight and can walk your trash to the trash can. Hell, you pass at least TWO TRASH CANS on your way in from the parking lot to the building.
If I didn't have an actual job to do every day, I'd seriously set up some kind of surveillance on this person to find out exactly who it is so I can publicly call them out and humiliate the shit out of them. I have zero tolerance (Coke Zero tolerance!) for this kind of nonsense, and if I was unemployed then by God I'd make sure this person was exposed.
THROW AWAY OR RECYCLE YOUR COKE ZERO CANS. STOP LEAVING THEM IN THE PARKING LOT WHERE THEY CAN CAUSE DAMAGE TO CARS.
Coke Zero in no way endorses or approves of this posting.
Vitamin Water > Life Water

Hippie juice makers Sobe recently entered the lucrative "enhanced bottled water" arena, looking to get a piece of Glaceau’s mighty Vitamin Water empire.
Last night for the Super Bowl they spent a ton of money for a long, pointless commercial spot featuring Naomi Campbell and a bunch of CGI lizards dancing to Michael Jackson’s Thriller. Sobe also sponsored the halftime show report.
They should have used that money on making a better product.
I’ve seen Sobe’s Life Water in stores but never bought any until just recently when Target was practically giving it away at 50 cents per bottle. The colors and flavors are similar to what Vitamin Water offers, but looking at the labels I noticed two distinct differences. The first is that Life Water contains slightly less sugar than Vitamin Water does, which can be good news for those of you counting calories or watching your sugar intake. The second is that Life Water contains sodium (Vitamin Water is sodium-free).
And even though it might be a negligable amount of sodium, Life Water has a bit of a salty taste to me. Other than that, it tastes like watered down Kool-Aid that wasn’t mixed with enough sugar. Some of the flavors are tolerable, but none are particularly enjoyable. I’ll be sticking with Glaceau’s product. Sorry hippies.
What the Hell, Taco Bell? Redux

Something strange has been going on lately at our local Taco Bell establishments.
Recently, someone has decided that the drive thru conversations needed a total shake-up, and the change doesn’t seem to be for the better. Or for the quicker.
When I’ve pulled up to the speaker box, the first thing I am greeted with is "Hi! How are you today?" This has already extended the length of time you’ll be at the speaker because typically your response will be something like "Fine thanks" or "Good, and you?".
This is not how it should work at drive thrus. If you want to greet me when I walk up to the register in your store that’s one thing, that’s human interaction. But doing it through a speaker box is just wasting time. If I wanted to meet and greet with you, I’d come inside.
Now if I say "Fine thanks", the person on the other end says nothing, waiting a full 15-20 seconds or so before finally saying "Great! Please go ahead with your order." If I say "Good, and you?" (which is instinctively what I usually say) they’ll eventually reply with something like "I’m good, thank you" and then nothing, again pausing for 15-20 seconds before saying "Go ahead with your order".
So I’ll place my order, but have found that if you don’t conclude your order by saying "and that’s all", the person will not respond for a good 30 seconds or so. If you give your order and just stop talking, they will wait almost half a minute before saying "will that complete your order?" YES! Hence why I stopped talking!!
Once I arrive at the actual window, the "conversation" takes another bizarro turn. Suddenly I become "baby" and "honey" to the person taking my money. They’re all "Thank you honey" and "do you want any hot sauce baby?" and "It’ll be just a moment longer sugar". Have they all gone through southern belle training or something? The hell?
This has happened to me at three different local Taco Bells. Is this some sort of goofy corporate mandate that all drive thru order takers have to make the whole process awkward? I just want my stomach ailment food.
Vitamin Water, Meet V-H20
So this Vitamin Water stuff must be pretty popular if Winn-Dixie has already created their own knock off brand of it…

I was grocery shopping on Monday and when I got to the water to pick up more of my new favorite beverage I noticed that Winn-Dixie had their own generic vitamin water, cleverly called V-H20 (or "vitamin water", if you can crack the code).
I compared its label to the appropriate flavor of Vitamin Water and noticed that the ingredients were just about identical, except that Winn-Dixie’s brand seems to contain a smidge of salt, as the nutritional info on the label lists 1% sodium. Vitamin Water doesn’t contain any sodium.
Also, the Vitamin Water version includes potassium, whereas the Winn-Dixie brand does not. So heads up if you’re in need of maintaining your body’s fluid and electrolyte balance (see, I sound like I know what I’m talking about don’t I? Thanks wikipedia!).
The only other difference is that Winn-Dixie’s version was 50 cents cheaper per bottle. But if you shop around you can usually find the real stuff on sale for the same price.
Mmmm, vitamins
A little over two months ago, I decided to end my lifelong relationship with soda.
I was probably drinking close to a 2 liter’s worth of soda per day. I felt like I needed it. I needed it to wake up, I needed it to stay awake, I needed it with meals, and I needed it when I felt thirsty.
What I didn’t need were all the calories, sugar, and headaches that would come when I’d go without for a few hours.
So I did it. I quit cold turkey. Which I’m not told you’re not really supposed to do. But whatever, I quit. And for about a week I had the worst headache I’ve ever had in my life. I thought it would never go away. But it did.
My main fear about eliminating soda from my life wasn’t the potential headache though, it was being able to find something delicious to
replace it with. I drink water, but I can’t drink it all the time
because it just doesn’t taste great. A couple years ago I went the
diet soda route, but that’s not an option anymore because there’s still
the caffeine to deal with and I started having harsh reactions to
artificial sweeteners.
So I found this beverage called Vitamin Water made by a company called Glaceau. It tastes like watered down Gatorade, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. It’s great stuff, and I now swear by it. If I could own stock in them, I would. And the company seems to be taking off.
While this wasn’t necessarily a dietary decision, there have already been notable health benefits to this. Just in the last month or so, I’ve lost 11 pounds. And I rarely have headaches anymore. All because I stopped drinking soda. Man that was easy, in the grand scheme of things.
Cha-Ching!
A couple of weeks ago I wrote an entry about my disgust over the new Vegetable Thins snack crackers and how they’ve been changed. I then took that entry to the Nabisco website and sent it in as a comment about their new product.

Less than a day later, they wrote back:
Thank you for visiting http://www.nabiscoworld.com.
The formulation of FLAVOR CRISPS Vegetable Thins Snack Crackers has indeed changed and I’m sorry you were disappointed with your most recent purchase.
Your experience is important to us. I’m sending you reimbursement to replace this product, via first class mail, which you should receive within 7-10 business days.
Our staff works very hard to provide the best tasting and satisfying products to the preferences of most consumers. Your opinion about the product is important to us as well and I will share your comments with our product development staff.
Thank you again for taking the time to share your thoughts.
Kim
Associate Director, Consumer Relations
Now when you hear the word reimbursement you think refund, yes? So did I. Over the weekend I received my "reimbursement", which turned out to be a coupon for a free Nabisco product of my choice (not to exceed $3.50).
Well, I can’t really complain at this point. At least it was something. Now off I go to get a box of my favorite Doo Dads snack mix. Wait, they don’t make those anymore either? Son of a bitch…
Since I’m Still Cheesed Off…
Why not continue the anger?
Dear Nabisco,
When I was just a lad, my family would gather every summer for a giant-sized family reunion. My great uncle worked for your company, and every year he’d bring along every variety of snack cracker you made. Varieties that were not available in many of our small towns. And my favorite was a product called Vegetable Thins.
As a result, I have been a loyal buyer of said snack for a couple of decades now. And so you can imagine my distress upon seeing this product in stores recently with the words "GREAT NEW RECIPE!" splashed on the box and an obvious change to the style of the snack as well.
Not being the type to reject change blindly, I purchased one of the new boxes that promised greatness. Your box lied. The changes to the product are not for the better, and I want to see the quotes from the focus groups who tested these things to find out who in their right mind called this new recipe "great". They’re borderline flavorless at this point, with none of the, well… "zip" that they used to have.
Less important but yet still different is the change in shape of the cracker. All my life they’ve been shaped like vegetables. Now they’re just generic squares with either concave or convex curves on two sides. Boring. Now apparently they were this shape when first introduced, and are also this new shape in Canada. I don’t care. They’ve always been shaped like vegetables to me, and I want them returned to said shape. Pronto.
Look, if the old recipe caused ass cancer or something, quite frankly I don’t even care. Just slap a surgeon’s general warning on there and put the old product back on shelves. Let me make the choice, because this new product of yours is terrible and I will never purchase it again. It’s flavorless, textureless, and just plain boring to look at.
Sincerely,
dvdguy
Executive Creative Director – The-Watercooler.com
What in the World (Market)?
Despite all the setbacks I’ve had along the way in this crazy journey called… called… okay, however the rest of that thing goes, I’ve managed to remain an optimist. A somewhat bitter optimist, but an optimist nonetheless.
That’s why on a hot and happenin’ Friday night I didn’t sink completely into the depths of despair when I saw that we were heading into some fruity looking store called World Market.
Oh sure, I wanted to put the brakes on and fake an incoming phone call so I could remain outside for the duration of the visit. But I’m a trooper. An optimistic trooper. So I walked into that so-called store and managed to keep my dinner down as knick-knacks of all shapes and sizes were admired and pawed at.
But then we got to the back of the store, where knick-knacks were replaced by classic candy and foods from around the world (hence the name of the store, I would imagine). This was moderately entertaining, and made the trip somewhat tolerable.
Everything changed for the better though once I looked down into a basket that was next to me.
Hairy Caucasian Soviets
And now for some updates to previous topics:
You might recall that a few months ago I drove a haircut establishment out of business simply by being a customer there. I’d decided that since their other locations were too far away, I’d try a place closer to me. I picked one of these "haircuts for men" salons where everything is all sportsy and there are 100 televisions showing nothing but sports and all the haircut chicks are hot and wearing skimpy referee outfits.

Well, I think how I came to the assumption that this establishment was like that was a little wonky. Basically I mixed up two different radio commericals in my head (one of which, for this salon, wasn’t entirely accurate in the first place) and also I just made some stuff up for no real reason.
So I got to the haircut place after being shamed into a trim by my co-workers, and immediately realized how my perceptions were a little off. Yes, there were hot ladies working there (and they were in full Raisins mode), but they weren’t in referee outfits. They did have tight shorts on though, so that’s something.
But now, on that issue… does it really matter what the person is wearing who is cutting your hair? It’s not like you can really see them most of the time you’re getting cut. Usually they’ve got your chin digging into your own chest.
I get into the chair, and realize that the appeal of being able to watch sports while I get my haircut will never be a selling point for me again because I have to take my glasses off. After that I’m blind as, well a blind person. But it’s not like it would have mattered anyway, because every television in this sports-themed business was tuned to CNN Headline News. Sporty!
Oh, did I mention that out of all the hot chicks cutting hair that day, I got stuck with a dude? Yeah. That streak continues too. I swear they do this to me on purpose.

Later that night, I got bold and decided to have a White Russian, after wanting to try one months ago thanks to another viewing of The Big Lebowski. I was feeling my inner Dude.
My first sip was not entirely pleasurable. It was like chilled cream mixed with cough syrup. I was told that it gets better as long as you keep drinking it. Nice try gang, but no such luck.
After drinking about a third of the thing I declared that experiment to be over. Just another alcoholic beverage I don’t have a taste for, and have no desire to keep drinking until I do get a taste for it. Pity, because it still looks and sounds delicious.




