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Thursday, March 11, 2010
Paradox or Irony?
A few years ago, I had made a stop at one of those 'water to go' shops, where they have... um, water to go?
And the salesman was going on and on about how I ought to buy a specific kind of container for my water, and how I needed to invest in reverse osmosis for my shower water, etc, etc.
Really, all I wanted was a refill for my current water bottle; that yes, was made out of plastic, but I was reusing it... so don't throw me to the wolves just yet.
So here he is, having a conniption fit about harsh trace minerals and chemicals and deposits in the H20 from my tap; and twenty minutes later (after we had ducked out and had lunch at a sandwich stop next door) he's in front of his fancy purified water to go shop, and he's ... (wait for it)....
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