TOLD YOU SO
Lunching at a favorite Chinese food restaurant with a friend:
Me: This water tastes like sperm.
Her: Are you serious?
Me: It’s not strong. I think it’s the detergent or something. Taste it.
Her: No. Way. Don’t drink that.
Me: There’s no detritus floating around or anything.
A few months later we travel to Bali together. We decide to lunch at a cafe down the street from our hotel.
Me: (Sips water, reflects.)
Her: (Sips water.)
Me: This is what I was talking about.
Me: Do you taste it?
Her: The sperm, you mean?
Me: It’s got to be some weird cheap-o brand of dish detergent.
Her: Let’s hope so.
I bought a used version of The Best American Travel Writing 2000. While I was reading it this morning, someone’s old airplane-ticket stub fell out.