One of the guys Ben is working with right now has some connection to a health something-or-other company and apparently they have really, really good water. Yes, water. Ben has been drinking a lot of it and promising to bring some home so that I can taste it.
Water does have a taste. Some water is good, some not-so-good. In France, world capital of bottled water, I came to prefer Evian or if I had to, Vitelle was okay. And I detested some sort of diet water that was available. Yes, indeed, water for those on a diet. Maybe living in France has made me a water snob. So be it. I have been looking forward to drinking this water.
But here's the thing. A few dozen guys with a crazy idea to blow up the skies has made my drinking this water impossible. No liquids or gels allowed past the gates at the airports. I guess I could have Ben try and pack up the water, but that seems a little silly. And it would probably just contribute to the delay time everyone is experiencing. I hope they take all that toothpaste, shampoo and makeup they're collecting to homeless shelters or something, because there is going to be a lot of it.
We're one month away from the 5th anniversary of September 11th. It really seems strange to think it's been five years. What a surreal thing. What a surreal thing that some stranger over in the U.K. has made it so that my husband can't bring me some water.