Adam with the Pibbs
So lets just say that the Rancho Cordova Food Source is now out of Mr. Pibb.
On the way out of town, we hit the Food Source for some Mr. Pibb in cans. Those who know me at all know of my deep-rooted affection for this tastiest of all soda concoctions, which to my great chagrin is unavailable in cans in San Diego. In fact, I have only been able to find it in Sacramento.
Now, if I was honest about the role having Pibb in cans played in my decision to relocate to SAC a year ago, all of you would immediately disclaim any knowledge of my existence and would likely never visit this blog again. So instead, I'll say this: there are only three things I now miss having re-located back to SoCal after my year in exile in SAC;
1) the few close friends I made while there,
2) CBS television shows being on an hour earlier than everywhere else on the West Coast (fewer TiVo conflicts, for example I could TiVo both ER and Without a Trace), and finally
3) having Pibb in cans.
So needless to say, I needed to stock up on Pibbs in cans, because this would be my last chance to get them. Also, there was a bit of serendipity to our last-minute Pibb-stop on the way out of town. You see, on my first trip to SAC for my interview with PJI, I stopped at that very same Food Source after my interview on the way back to the airport and bought 2 twelve packs of Pibb to bring home with me, just in case I didn't get the job and did not go back to SAC.
Well, I did get the job, and for the entire year-in-exile, had all the Pibb I wanted. So Saturday, as I left SAC for the last time (EVER), it was somehow fitting that I grab some Pibbs to go.
Final note on the Pibbs--Adam has promised to post a running count of his remaining Pibbs in the comment section of this entry as he drinks them. I will not be doing this because I will be hoarding my Pibbs indefinately, but this way I'll know when he gets low so I can hide mine.
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