SouthernN'Proud
Southern Discomfort
I'm weird. I know this, accept it, and embrace it. Sometimes the oddest things catch my attention and by the time I'm done trying to rationalize it, I'm irritated or confused or some other altered state. It happened today.
I'm sipping on a bottle of water. I casually glance at the label for whatever reason, and see this.
Now the last time I checked a pint was 16 ounces, NOT 20.
So I continue reading this label to see what all else I can find. There is a little declaration on there about how this water is from a certain source, the only such to be protected by some Congressional act, and how it isn't even filtered before bottling it's so pristine and pure. Hunky dorry.
Then beside that, they give their address. 100 Ceramic Tile Drive, Morganton NC.
Ceramic Tile Drive.
I didn't finish the water.
I'm sipping on a bottle of water. I casually glance at the label for whatever reason, and see this.
.6 liter. 20.3 fl oz. (1pt, .3 oz)
Now the last time I checked a pint was 16 ounces, NOT 20.
So I continue reading this label to see what all else I can find. There is a little declaration on there about how this water is from a certain source, the only such to be protected by some Congressional act, and how it isn't even filtered before bottling it's so pristine and pure. Hunky dorry.
Then beside that, they give their address. 100 Ceramic Tile Drive, Morganton NC.
Ceramic Tile Drive.
I didn't finish the water.