Hitting the Bottle

I hate to throw things away, but my bike water bottle of 3 years has worn a hole in the side. So with great reluctance, this daily companion, this $1.50 heirloom, had to be sadly trashed.

I was telling “G” that I discovered the hole in dramatic fashion after getting a face full of water when I squeezed out a drink. The sad thing is, this happened several times throughout the day because I forget about the hole, got thirsty again and ended up sprayed as if by a malicious clown with a seltzer-spewing daisy.

G says: the part of the story that reaffirms that you’ll be the same man I always knew, is the “several times” part.

I think it was a compliment.