Never a Dull Day...

Today the plumbing blew. I think. I'm not actually sure what happened. Earlier in the day I was getting a headache, and had heard about a sewage spill in one of the shops that leases part of the building, and knew the loud grindy (yes, I know that too is not a word) noises were from whatever work people were trying to fix it. No biggie.

And then I left the children's librarian's office after nearly three hours of fiendish plotting for the next few months to have my nose assaulted. Apparently, we were now leaking sewage. It took about a half hour for the entire downstairs to be offensive. We cleared out the floor. And then we noticed that there were wet spots in the stacks. And under the library assistant's desk...

And here I thought I'd have a nice quiet day to get some work done.

The Snark Returns!

So, I'm reporting this a bit late, as it happened when I went down to Comicon, which if you look at the time-stamp, was a couple of weeks ago. But regardless. I was flying down to San Diego and meeting my sister there. I packed two of the water bottles I like from the company I like, and went off to the airport. I got to the security gate, and they stopped my bag. Hmm. They took out my water bottles and told me I couldn't take them with me. I, of course, blinked. EH? "You can take them back out that way and drink them right now if you'd like," the guard told me. As I had a plane to catch, and didn't want to drink that much water right before getting on, I told him I'd pass.

To be honest, when I told my sister all this, she rolled her eyes and asked when the hell the last time I flew was. Well, the last time I flew, they said "take a sip," wait 30 seconds and see if you drop dead. IF not, you and your water bottle are free to go through.

I was caught off guard, and I was thirsty. Peeved, mostly because the waste of the water bottles I had purchased just for this trip being unceremoniously dumped into the trash bin behind him, I asked. "Well, why is that?" I tried to be nice. But I was really seething pissed. I knew he was just the messenger, and after he gave me some sort of explanation, I let it go. I took a deep breath, put my shoes back on, picked up my bag and walked around the corner.

To see - water bottles for sale. Which only riled me up further. As I walked to the far end of the airport to my gate, seeing all sorts of different places in the airport selling water. There is something seriously wrong with this. I of course, refused on principle to buy any, despite my thirst. My thoughts on the matter are two-fold.

1. Someone should sue them for having a monopoly (The San Diego airport had the same "brand".) Or whatever the right term equivalent would be.

2. I think it would be just funny, if someone snuck into their processing plant and refilled the water bottles with vinegar.