You might have heard that Tab's been discontinued. Possible reactions:
"What is Tab?" It's a soft drink — or pop, as we say up here because we're idiosyncratic and quirky — aimed at the dieter.
"Why was it called Tab? Did someone look at their typewriter and think 'Return' was a stupid name, but 'Tab,' that's the ticket?" No, it was intended to help you "keep tabs" on your weight. If you drank Tab, you would be slender and marriageable.
"Noooo! They can't do that! I've drunk five cans a day since 1963! It's replaced my plasma! I'll die!" Stock up now, use diluted transfusions, wean yourself off.
"Good, it's awful. It's the only soda that tastes like the can, with a hint of one of those discontinued food-coloring dyes that gave babies cloven feet." That's a matter of opinion. Also a matter of fact.
"Sigh — another minor detail in life erased." True, and sad. Soon a new generation will arise that never knew Tab, and there will be just a bunch of old people muttering to themselves about whether the can was red, or reddish-pink, or pinkish-red. Give Mr. Leekus his meds, he's going off on the can color again, as if it mattered.
I speak as an occasional Tab drinker. Believe me, I was never the target demographic. It was aimed at young women who wanted to "reduce," as they used to say. It competed with Diet Rite, which tasted as if it were adulterated with window-washing fluid. Both were rendered moot when Diet Coke came along. Suddenly Tab was a '60s remnant, and probably a bit embarrassing for Coke, like a "fun" aunt who still dresses as she did in high school and listened to Monkees' albums.
I have no soda loyalties. I buy whatever's on sale. I know there are Coke partisans who, if their partner brought home Pepsi, would force the family to stand and watch while he emptied every can into the sink, angrily singing, "I'd like to teach the world to sing." Not me. This might frustrate the marketers, who no doubt wish to know why I bought what I bought: