My Thirsty Plastic Pal
It was a hot one this weekend. With temperatures in the low 90’s, it was all I could do to step outside into the backyard and raise the umbrella over the patio furniture before collapsing in the nearest chaise lounge. The cat refused to follow me outside, and my goal of getting to Mt. Baldy was squashed.
Needing some liquid refreshment, Karin and I wandered into our local grocery store to pick up water, soda, and juice (and beer for the small party we were throwing Sunday eve). Outside, teetering dangerously forward, threatening to release its built-up potential energy upon anybody foolish enough to dare approach too close, was this statue of a biped of unknown origin. Utilizing a circulating water system, bluish water would flow into what I interpreted as the “mouth”, drain through various plastic orifices, gurgling its way trough the innards of my plastic pal, before falling out the bottom and beginning the journey anew.
What I thought of as I did my best impression of Lebowitz was, “Somebody gets paid to build these things? Man, am I in the wrong profession..”
Oh, and “evian” spelled backwards is “naive” (just in case you were never aware of that ‘lil fact).
