I learned another reason not to drink bottled water.
A few years ago, both Sally and Alexis taught me to rethink how I look at buying water encased in plastic when we live in a place with perfect water flowing from our taps.
Since then I’ve noted some places where bottled water makes sense: on a plane, at Fenway Park, at a concert. Generally places where it would be difficult to bring and/or refill your own bottle with good cold water.
But on this day I saw what has to be the worst scenario for bottled water. I was at my gym when the truck pulled up, delivering case after case of plastic bottles of water, each one designed to be used once and recycled (at best) or thrown away.
This time, I learned exactly where the water came from, from the company name on the truck. It was bottled a half a mile away, using the exact same water source (our town water) that was in the cold bubbler next to the cooler holding the bottles!