repulsive, but slightly gut-churning.)
I don't think I can ever look at ice cubes in the same way again.
The other night I went out with my colleagues for a drink and I ordered
an Absolute Citroen and tonic. When the drinks came, both mine and my
colleague's order, a glass of Chivas, came "on the rocks". Since he
didn't ask for ice, S requested that they bring him another Chivas with
no ice. I figured it was no real harm and, if anything, the alcohol
would kill any bacteria. Boy was I wrong!
I didn't sleep comfortably that night and the next morning my stomach
felt like it was full of wholesalers lined up for a liquidation sale, so
I had to--let's say--run to man the cash register. Afterward, I took
some medicine that I had brought with me and decided to stay in bed. By
mid-afternoon I was feeling better but decided to stick to water and tea
crackers for the rest of the day. The following day I was feeling back
to normal and told S that I should have had the ice cubes removed from
my drink like he did. He wholeheartedly agreed. "The problem is not
necessarily the tap water they are making them with. You never know
where they are storing those ice cubes. Plus, they put them in your
glass with their bare hands, which are not always clean, especially in
the evening after a full day." I stopped him there before he elaborated
any further.
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