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The Price of Soda

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Not too long ago, a soda cost less than a dollar.

So, my first blog is a rant about the price of soda.

(I know, I know, my mom use to say "I remember when a coke cost you a nickle" and I realize that I am now at the age to where I say "I remember when.") I remember when a pop cost less than a quarter and candy bars where ten cents. That wasn't that long ago (at least in my mind it wasn't). The year was 1972 and my dad would give me two pop bottles a week for my allowance. I'd then walk two blocks to the local grocery store and get the deposit back and get fourteen cents. Sometimes he would give me a quart bottle (I think it was a quart, there was no such thing as a liter back then), and that would get me fifteen cents. With that fifteen cents, I could buy myself a soda. Nowadays a small bottle of soda cost almost two dollars. How does that make any sense. I can go in the back of the store and buy myself a two liter for a dollar, but to buy that icy cold (which is never icy or cold) little bottle, I have to pay twice as much for a lot less. And don't get me started on that bottle of water. I mean that bottle of water is the same price as the soda. There is nothing in water that makes it worth two dollars (unless I've been without it for three days and I am dying).

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