A water line
When did bottled water become a thing? No need to answer. I really don’t want to know. I just think back to the way things used to be. Like when we have one of those pumps outside the door and if you went up and down the handle enough times you got a bucket of water. Not a glass. A bucket. By the time I got to school we had a water tap in the cloakroom. Apparently that was upgrade from the good old days when you got a bucket. And you had to be there to watch 20 or 30 people line up for their chance to turn their heads sideways under running tap. We were so modern. Sometime later I moved to a new school that had a faucet, a drinking faucet out in the hallway. The water was not cold but if you could trick someone into holding the handle for long enough you could get it down to a temperature that was suitable. And then that same person had to wait until 20 or 30 people lined up for their chance to drink sideways from that water fountain. By the time I got to college we had a cafeteria and I cannot remember ever getting a glass of water. Let the record show that we had unlimited chocolate milk so who would be fools to go for a glass of water. And so life went on until I got to the workplace. In every meeting room there were supplies of water in small bottles. You would take one go to your corner like Gollum with a ring and think that you had hit the jackpot. And now I live in the country we’re having unlimited supply of water from the tap. Progress. In fact, I have not filled a bucket with water for years.
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