Last June I fell in love with water again thanks to the discovery of your 24 oz water bottle. It was a chance meeting, I was not looking for it but stumbled across the bottle in Academy Sports. I didn't let the fact he was wearing a sports motif sway me from noticing the fine lines and tight fitting lid.
So I took him home with me.
He changed my life. I began taking him with me everywhere I went. I didn't have to worry about spills due to that tight fitting lid and I didn't have to work to hold him due to the fact he would just slip on one finger and follow along. He kept my hands free for anything else I might need to carry.
I loved the fact that I didn't have to suck on him like a baby to get to his treasures. He would let if flow freely into my mouth whenever I wanted. And he never tasted like cold steel or plastic. His curvy waist allowed me to fit my hand securely to him whenever I just needed to grab hold.
His wide mouth allowed me to fill him with ice to keep my water cold on hot Texas days. Even when he preferred waiting in the car for me while I went shopping, as long as I found him a little bit of shade he would keep my water cool.
He even helped me with my diet and food tracking by telling me how much water he could carry each time I filled him, and stayed by my side all day reminding me to drink more of him.
He was my ultimate companion, until age set in. His neck began to sag and he began to leak a little. I assured him it didn't matter, that I still loved him and I could live with a few dribbles here and there. Sometimes I just had to make sure to wipe around his neck really well when filling him. Unfortunately it got worse and he really began to let water dribble on to my clothing a lot. He would hang his head in shame and beg me to put him aside. I couldn't bear to do it, he had been my faithful companion all summer. How could I just let him walk away? He was such a vital part of my life!
Then one day, while shopping in Bed, Bath and Beyond, while he waited patiently in the car, I saw him. His rival. He caught my eye. I ignored him and circled the store. I came back to him and looked at him again. Again I left. But he kept calling to me. I succumbed, I picked him up and put him in my cart. I made him hide in the bag and put him in the trunk for the trip home.
I lovingly washed my older more mature bottle for the last time. As I put him away I told him I'd keep him in case it didn't work out with the new guy or in the event of an emergency. He understood, we both cried a little.
I'm back in the whirlwind stage of new love. My new bottle's neck is firm, no sags, no leaks. I hope he'll be with me for the rest of my life. I hope the place he comes from keeps turning out more like him so all my sisters can have one of their very own. He stands head and shoulders above his competitors in his industry. People will discover that and they will come, anxious to be a part of his circle as his fame grows. I'm glad to be one of the earliest members of his fan club, and know I've found a relationship for life.
Thank you, Tervis, for bringing him to me. I wish you luck in figuring out how to keep his neck from again to prevent sags and leaks!
