Wednesday, 15 September 2004
Hidden Talents
Tonight I pulled out a carton of cranberry juice, the last remaining drinkable fluid in my apartment. Well, I suppose that the city's tap water is technically drinkable.
Being as it is rare, expensive, and a childhood favorite (two out of three in Paris), I'd drunk half the carton some time ago and left the rest for a special occasion. "No other drinkable fluids" seemed to qualify as pretty special, this evening.
But upon lifting up the flip lock-top, I discovered that in the intervening time a colony of mold had formed around the spout. Down the drain with the rest of my cranberry juice.
Some people have a green thumb. I guess I do, too - in my own, special way. Bye, bye, seven-euro-a-box juice...