I learned something about myself last week: Water — or, more specifically, my glass water bottle — means a lot to me. Growing older is just one self-discovery after another, isn’t it?
I wasn’t always a big water drinker. But a decade or two ago, when certain corporations figured out that gullible consumers would pay for free water if it were sold in plastic bottles, I was like, “Hey, I’m a gullible consumer. Here’s my money.” I was hooked.