I don’t remember exactly why or when I bought that case of water bottles that I have in my kitchen utility closet. There must have been some kind of news report saying it was good to have on reserve. Or I might have just watched the episode of Six Feet Under where George starts delusionally outfitting that bomb shelter on the Fisher’s property. Or better yet, maybe it was on really good sale. (I’m a sucker for that, I’ll admit)
Regardless, I’m actually using the water now given the declared water emergency in the metropolitan Boston area as of yesterday afternoon. Something about a big water pipe breakage that’s been described by the mayor and governor as ‘catastrophic.’
Quite a scene that S. and I saw yesterday evening at the JP CVS where the lines literally snaked across the store and into one of the aisles–people holding cases and bottles of water of all sizes and quantities–regular and carbonated and flavored. We decided to come back after dinner to buy what we originally went in to find. (It wasn’t water..)
An hour and a half later? Lines gone, but one solitary woman waiting at the cash register holding two bags of ice.
‘Planning to melt that down?’ I said half jokingly.
She smiled and said, ‘absolutely.’
Who Knew that the Water Stash Would Come in Handy?
I don’t remember exactly why or when I bought that case of water bottles that I have in my kitchen utility closet. There must have been some kind of news report saying it was good to have on reserve. Or I might have just watched the episode of Six Feet Under where George starts delusionally outfitting that bomb shelter on the Fisher’s property. Or better yet, maybe it was on really good sale. (I’m a sucker for that, I’ll admit)
Regardless, I’m actually using the water now given the declared water emergency in the metropolitan Boston area as of yesterday afternoon. Something about a big water pipe breakage that’s been described by the mayor and governor as ‘catastrophic.’
Quite a scene that S. and I saw yesterday evening at the JP CVS where the lines literally snaked across the store and into one of the aisles–people holding cases and bottles of water of all sizes and quantities–regular and carbonated and flavored. We decided to come back after dinner to buy what we originally went in to find. (It wasn’t water..)
An hour and a half later? Lines gone, but one solitary woman waiting at the cash register holding two bags of ice.
‘Planning to melt that down?’ I said half jokingly.
She smiled and said, ‘absolutely.’