When I was a boy we drank water when we got thirsty. Okay, sometimes birch beer in frosted mugs from Royal Castle, but mostly water. And there was plenty of snow every year. But now there’s not enough snow and the Southwest could be looking at another dreadful fire season because they count on the melting snow to refill their reservoirs. And look, all this time ya’ll are enjoying these naturally essenced unsweetened fizzy beverages which (hello?) the bubbles in those cans are little balls of carbon dioxide which is a greenhouse gas and we’re burping our way to extinction.
Monday, June 14, 2021
There's your trouble.
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You have made me so-o-o ashamed of my fizzy water addiction that I am now declaring tap water to be the official rehearsal beverage at the lovely Carrollton Gardens (until we run through our current supply). "Tap water - brought to you by the New Orleans Sewerage & Water Board ... except when one of our 100-year-old turbines blows up ... or when one of our water hammers is offline for a scheduled outage that we didn't bother to communicate to anyone ... or ... But, hey, the natural gas is almost never cut off so that whole boil water thing shouldn't be an inconvenience. Just keep your mouth closed in the shower." (Water Hammer!? Really? You know that they charged you a premium for the water towers just because they called them "water hammers" - right?)
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