Last night at supper I asked my family if they’d noticed I had stopped drinking pop.
No one had, but Errol wondered why.
An excellent question. I love pop so much. Opening a cold can of Coke Zero gives me such joy. I live for free refills.
Drinking pop in Freiburg isn’t as joyous. It is sold in 1.25 liter bottles instead of cans, and one must pay a 25 cent deposit on every plastic bottle. Plus, without a car, the pop was adding a lot of weight to the groceries I carry home.
I’m going away tomorrow and bought extra stuff to help Errol get through the weekend. I ran out of room in my bike basket. I wrangled my shoulders through the grocery bag straps and wore it on my ride home. Making it work.