Chemistry..
Law...
one of those things I've never been good at.
Something bad has occurred, something really really bad. Of course this is in reference to the situation that started back in March/April; for those of you who know about and have been following. Yes, the situation is still going on, no I haven't heard anything new other than to just keep waiting. Just keep waiting to get results back I know will further prove I didn't do anything.
Then life says, hold that thought....
This week work sent me to a class/workshop thing to learn about using a new program for our department. It was a pilot course, but nobody really cares. The main point is, not being at my normal place of work, I am sans all my stuff; desk full of goodies, snacks, water, etc. That being said, knowing how thirsty I get on a daily basis, and knowing I wouldn't have access to anything like I normally would during the class, I made a walking out the door decision I'd soon regret...
As I made up my breakfast togo I remembered about the drink situation. I looked around for any random Powerade bottles I still may be have hiding around; but recalled finishing those but a month after moving in here. I make my way to the fridge and open the door - it's really awkward for me, I've never been a fan of having the freezer on the bottom. Once open I scan the contents. Food items, condiments, some milk, couple pony kegs of some Michigan love, more beer, a bottle of champagne I plan to pop once I get the results back and my name is cleared, fruit....
as my search starts dwindling down, my eyes slide over to a spot tucked away in the corner of the door...bottom shelf, almost hidden for the fact the door doesn't open all the way due to the proportions of the fridge versus the kitchen. I catch two bottles of water tucked away, for not so obvious reasons I will make known now. The larger bottle, one litre, is over a year old now, and has been resting in my fridge since an ill-fated day in September. The night my little drummer girl was supposed to come over, a night that changed things for her. I suppose I never got rid of that bottle because I could never let go of her; it represents something more; and if I were to remove that from my life, vicariously I'd be removing any possibility, any hope..I'd be removing her, forever...and I obviously don't want that (even given the current situation where that's exactly she wants).
The other bottle, smaller, has been snuggled along that larger bottle, though not as long - it came from a work outing, Family Fun Day; bounce houses, putt-putt, and good times. There were originally two bottles, maybe more but memory serves me to think two placed in my fridge for hydration, that I took home with me from that event. Maybe another was left in my car or whatever, but two for certain stayed in the fridge.
All that remains is the one, because the other is involved in a conspiracy, a lie..(I really wish I could call it Watergate but that's already been taken...) You see, the bottle that remains is the sister bottle to the bottle of water I gave a Maker of Shoes, the one whose flavor was flawed, the one I allegedly, though unopened, tampered.
Having no other options I made picked a dumb option; I took the small bottle with the implication I'd get something from the PX on my break, as this water bottle would quickly disappear....or so I thought.
I make it to class, get settled into my workstation, and before the class even gets underway I crack open the bottle for a drink. One taste is all it took for my mouth to reject the bottle, pulling my head away and twisting it with confusion to the left. "What the fuck?" I said aloud, getting the attention of the student on my left. With his eyes now fixed onto my doings I decide to try again, maybe I just had something in my mouth...but the results were the same. I'm starting to panic. I turn and pass the bottle to my left, asking the fellow student to "here, try this" and with no hesitation other than saying why as he puts the bottle up to his mouth, he tries it as well. "It tastes...off"
There's nothing more than I want to do at this moment than run out of the classroom and leave...but that will do me no good. And for the next three and a half hours my mind is not in that classroom, not on the information we are going over, but fixated on that bottle sitting in front of me..and everything it represents.
On my break I go back home where I have another person try the bottle...later that evening two more people try a swig...all stating the same thing, some more in-depth about the flavors, but the consensus stands...there's something wrong with the water.
The confirmation from the last sampler is enough to send my mind spiraling downward. All these horrible thoughts run through my head, suddenly my unquestionable innocence is showing signs of contest.
If the sister bottle is anything like the bottle she drank, than yes, there's something wrong with it...what, I'm not certain..though I know it didn't make me or anyone else sick for that matter. Of course I don't have any other bottle to test or have tested, and bringing in an opened bottle to test would cause some concern...
I just want this nightmare to be over..I just wish this would all end and go away...I wish she would talk to me..as this is my only way to talk to her..
Truth is like the sun...you can shut it out for a time, but it ain't going away...
"Last time water was turned into something it was wine, you have nothing to worry about, you're fine..."
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