As you can probably guess from my irregular versing last night, I’m staying in a hotel. I have to be in Chicago for a bit. My reasons are for business. The client, mysterious. The water? Apparently, I shouldn’t drink it.
This is something I don’t understand about hotels. They get you to pay money on the pretext that they’ll provide you with good shelter. Since the days of the Roman Empire, part of good shelter has been access to drinkable water.
Yet, coming into my hotel room, I’m confronted with two bottles of Ice Mountain Natural Spring Water, for sale for two dollars each. The little tab on the bottle announces that the “bottle of natural spring water is provided as a service” – for a fee.
Since when is it natural for water to come in little plastic bottles? Since when is it a service for the water coming out of the faucet to be so risky that the hotel suggests paying extra for bottled water?
The Ice Mountain water is provided by Nestle, the same people who bring me chocolate Crunch bars. Like water for chocolate? There’s so much I don’t understand.