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Things That Can be Carried on a Bike (#399)…and a quick comment

Things on the bike…a gym bag containing two swim suits, two towels, and two pair of swim goggles; and a canvas bag containing a book, magazine, and camera.

A quick comment…That’s my bike parked about 10ft from the door to the health club of which I’m a member. Being Monday I almost drove…my street has alternate parking and I have to move the truck and find a spot where I won’t get ticketed; it can be a real hassle. But I chose to ride and I’m glad I did. It’s difficult to see by the picture but the parking lot–in the background–at that time of the day (early evening) is mayhem…parents picking up their children from the after school program and health club members–like me–who just got out of work and are arriving at the facility. There are cars circling the parking lot being driven by annoyed and anxious-looking people seeking a spot to park…some are simply waiting at a stand-still while others double park with flashers on…and wait. I, on the other hand, was able to coast up to the front door.

I know riding a bike is not accessible to everyone–and not many are as crazy as me and the other few souls I see in the snow–but there are alternatives, such as walking and riding occasionally (or even car-pooling and sharing). Anyhow, I’ve always thought it was a bit silly when I see people drive cars  to a health club only to ride a stationary bike for a few miles (and then comment how far they “rode”), but another incentive–at least at this club–is that bikes always get the best parking spaces. I’m just saying.

I’ll get off my little soapbox now.

Urban Simplicity.

Things You Notice When You’re Bored

Firstly I have to say that I am rarely bored…if I’m not doing something my mind still is, it is for this reason I’ll often watch a movie, simply to go on vacation from myself. With that said, yesterday was one of the infrequent times I can honestly say I became bored, but I believe you will understand…I was trapped at an airport terminal. It wasn’t terribly long, just a bit over four hours…but it was my own fault (stupidly, when purchasing a ticket online I purchased it for p.m. thinking it was a.m., luckily I was able to get on another, but for hours later). Anyhow, it gave me time to think, read, nap, and listen to music (and drink too much coffee), but inevitably I became bored. I even read the label on my water bottle.

I’ve long given up purchasing bottled water after learning that it is largely unregulated, but at an airport–where one is no longer allowed more than 3 ounces of liquid through checkpoint–you are quite literally at their mercy (not only with choices but also the exorbitant prices). With that said, when I reached for the water in the refrigerated case I chose the cheapest there was, and it was still nearly $3.00US.

But before I go on with my observation I ask you, the reader, to observe for yourself…what do you see on either label that is either alarming or even sad (and yes, in the event you are wondering…I did get a few odd looks as I sat at a table taking picture of my bottle of water).

Let’s start with the top photo, the front label. “Purified Water Enhanced with Minerals for Taste.” Mmm…mmm, getting thirsty yet? Now lets look at the lower photo, the back label (I consciously added quotation marks and italics because I feel that’s how it should be more properly written on the label)…”Deep Protected Well” (huh?) And/Or “Public Water Supply.”

Well (and yes I see the irony of using that word) I think we know which And/Or it is, and we also know what “Public Water Supply” means…tap water. According to this site, nearly 50% of bottled water available in the US is nothing more than tap water.

Later, as I was exiting a restroom (washroom for my friends north of the border, and WC for my friends “across the pond”), I see an elderly gentleman refilling his water bottle at a drinking fountain before he got on his flight. Well isn’t that interesting, is what I must have muttered aloud. Because he turned to me and smiled before asking what I meant. I showed him the label on my half-consumed bottle. Yes, he told me, still smiling as he capped his bottle…it’s a scam. Yes it is, I said. We both wished each other a safe and comfortable flight, and then I uncapped my bottle to refill it straight from the tap…it was a much better deal.

Urban Simplicity.