OK, a story.
It's early 2000 (or so, guess it had to be because I flew to LA
A business associate and I visit the left coast to see clients- big dot com, gonna be millionaires, yadda yadda.
Go out to supper at a snooty restaurant, lots of bowing and scraping and ass-kissing. Client contact (the VC
guy) has a twenty-something pretty boy whose apparent function is to go to restaurants ahead of everyone else and schmooze, and to send back food and drinks two or three times to point out how picky we all are.
He orders Fiji Water ("it's so much better than that other crap..."), it's erved from that square bottle with a Sterling-Silver-Water-Bottle-Holder (that improves the experience dramatically). Water is, IIRC, $10.00 or so per bottle.
Tasted just like water.
Fast-forward about three weeks, and I am back home in Texas (where businesses, by and large, survive on revenue rather than click-throughs), and my child bride and I go to Garden Ridge Pottery (a massive store with cheap imported decorative stuff, fake plants, wicker baskets, candles, all sorts of stuff guys do not shop for unless they are married and dutiful).
There, by the check-out register, is a stack of cut-open cases of Fiji Water. Priced: $0.69/bottle.
H2O is H2O.
And by the way, New York City has traditionally been known for good tap water. I dunno if it still is or not, but it used to be decent. As for me, I prefer the water in Houston, where you can see the fiber you are getting in every glass.
- The dot-com went dot-bomb. Big surprise.
...three miles from BRONS, clear for the ILS one five approach...