For those of you living under a rock, this past weekend Boston was thrown back to 1893 by a massive water-main burst.
Long story short, Boston proper and at least 20 of the surrounding suburbs, all served by water that flowed through the exploded main, were told to use only boiled water for drinking, handwashing, food-washing, dishwashing, and just about everything else.
For some reason, showering was A-okay, as long as you closed your eyes. Yeah - let's not question that.
So, morally opposed to buying 75 individual bottled waters, as all stores were out of gallon-jug varieties, I dutifully boiled.
And boiled.
And boiled.
And yet, even though I went long over the recommended 1-minute of bubbling required for safety, and even though I'm not a particularly paranoid person regarding food issues, I still felt unclean about the whole affair.
Chalk it up to bathing in what may be poo-infected streams.
This morning the city said we're good to go, so, against my natural(ist) impulses, I ran all the taps for 15 minutes straight, fully cleansing the foul, foul pipes.
Thank god I live in my time - if this was hard on me, imagine what chamber pots would have been like.
-Posted by Jilly
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
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