Dr Pepper owes me

Just walked down to the cafeteria to get a drink.  I walked over to the cooler where the Dr Peppers live.  There was a 40-ish guy, standing there, like he didn’t know what drink to select.  I walked up, grabbed a can of Dr Pepper and said “Can I recommend the Dr Pepper?”, then strode away.  About 30 seconds later, as I was paying for my can of pure joy, the man in the suit queued up behind me with his can of Dr Pepper and told me that he hadn’t had one “in years”.  You’re welcome, Dallas.