My work schedule changed again recently. Instead of alternating between evenings and overnights, I work one evening shift and the rest are day shifts.
On my Saturday evening shift, I had a funny conversation with one of the “older” officers last week. When I say “older,” I mean someone who is roughly my age, as opposed to the younger officers who don’t remember some of the things I remember.
The topic was soda, and “Tab” came up. Not everyone will remember “Tab” soda. It was a diet soda that was so terrible that Coca Cola wouldn’t put the name “Coke” on it. It was from the days before Aspartame, when diet drinks contained Saccharin. I think I tried it once as a kid. I also tried Sweet and Low straight from the packet, probably on a dare…
Joel: Tab was so awful that every now and then, you had to drink one just to remind yourself how awful it really was.
Later that same week, a song came on the radio. My daughter “loved” it, much in the way I l “loved” it. Except that for me, it also brought back college memories.
Things like Tab and the Four Non Blondes song are much like the act of picking scabs. They bring a strange sense of satisfaction, even though you don’t exactly like them.