I so wish I had access to my phone/camera for this entry. I’ve never seen anything quite like it before. It was breakfast time so everyone was in the eating area.
Suddenly I hear a wet ‘plop’ sound and someone swearing. I look over and this guy was shaking his hand like he was in pain. I look down to the floor, at his feet, and I see a big puddle of water and this blue blob.
They guy wasn’t burnt bad and he starts laughing as he carefully picks up the blue blob. As it turns out he thought the plastic water bottle would be an appropriate vessel for the hot water for tea.
Everyone either couldn’t see what happened and was asking about it or could see it and couldn’t answer ’cause we were laughing too hard.
I so wish I could have taken a picture of was, a few seconds ago, was a water bottle. It was about 1/3 the original size and crumpled in on itself like an accordion, though lop sided. It was like hope and despair had a baby.
I commented that he’s now officially going to be featured in my journal. I’m kinda known here for all my journalling. I’m on my third pen and second 70 sheet spiral notebook between journaling and taking group notes. He just laughed and commented something like, Do it, put me in there dude!
It was a good start for a good/bad day by losing four people. Some left on their own and some “graduated.” So proud and happy for them, but sad they’re leaving.
So, lesson learned. Not all water bottles are created equal and don’t fill with hot water unless it says it can take it. It was like watching the water bottle give up and die. I can’t.