"The house of laws, bro
The cold, refreshing water
makes me want tickets"
I know that this sounds ridiculous, but I shit you not my fellow readers, the water fountain at our local courthouse was probably among the best of the water fountains I have ever tasted. It didn't have the awful medicine-y taste that our grade school water fountains had (actually not just grade school, lets add college water fountains in there as well).
What really struck out to me about this water fountain was not just the taste, but the height in which the water arose from the holy law's spigot. It is so reassuring and comforting when you don't have to bend down and basically make out with the spigot (wait...you don't make out with the spigot? thats not how it works? .... Well anyway) It was awesome. It truly was. It was as if, all I had to do was hold the button down and the water came to me. I did not have to go to it. It was this natural balance, it was this moment of "Let's meet half way." And that ladies and gentleman, is the true power of water fountain communication. Well, in the case of this specific water fountain.
All of my life, I have never wanted to go into the line of work in which I would somehow find myself sitting in a court house but now knowing the existence of this particular water fountain, makes me want to swear on the bible that I will return someday as the best, highest paying judge in the world just so I can drink out of this god-damn water fountain. But, I'm not going to do that, so let this be a warning to you all that I am going to throw cigarettes out the window, get a $1025 ticket just to go drink this blessed, holy, glacier ass cold water. Except not really cuz I don't have that sort of money.
Thank you.
-Asian Sensation
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