As I munched on a kid-sized 100 Grand this afternoon (chocolate is a vegetable, right?), I got a little sad.
You don’t hear much about 100 Grands these days. Or Baby Ruths. Or Mr. Goodbars.
Then, I started thinking about the sodas that are always on sale: 7-Up, A&W Root Beer and Shasta.
It’s like they’re crying out for help; for a second chance. “I’m a good product! Don’t punish me for not having the marketing money my peers do.”
I grieve especially for 7-Up. I mean, how do you recover an image once you’ve been associated for helping upset tummies feel better?