Quandary or Coke, Coke, My Kingdom for a Coke.

It was a miserable, tragic day when I walked into the break room and saw the words ‘Dr. Pepper’ scrawled on a plain, white piece of paper and shoved into the button that usually displayed the beloved Coca-Cola logo.

WTF?  This is a Coke machine.  Now it’s a Coke machine from which I can no longer purchase an ice cold bottle of heaven.  The Nectar of the Gods has been removed from the machine that bears its name and has been replaced with Dr. freaking Pepper.  Soda gods, why do you mock me?

Sure, my first thought was maybe the delivery guy had run out of the popular beverage.  As mind boggling as this thought was, perhaps it was true.  After all, a hand written note in the button does denote a temporary situation.  Perhaps the good doctor was only in town for a short visit.  Only now, weeks later, the hand written note remains, as does the beverage.  It mocks me, pointing and laughing from its borrowed digs.

How do I combat this?  Do I boycott the Coke machine, relying on Mountain Dew to get me through, in hopes that the delivery man will realize his mistake and evict the doctor in order to bring back the profits of days past?  Or is the delivery guy waiting for the Dr. Pepper supply to dry up before he brings the Coke back?  But if I guzzle all the Pepper, then maybe the delivery guy will think, “Wow, they really like this crap.  I’d better bring more.”

See?  It’s one of those Catch-22 things.  Only times 10.  It’s a Catch-220.