Water

Yesterday I invited two women who are also here with IICS to lunch at our apartment. I asked if they wanted ice water (no one drinks ice water in the Czech Republic), which they did. One is from Dallas, the other from Hickory North Carolina, so I knew what they would say. Ice water is a southern thing. So I got a bottle of water and poured the water over the ice in each glass. The guest from North Carolina says, "What is this stuff swimming around in my water?" The one from Texas says, "Its swimming around in my water too." At this point I wanted to dig a hole and bury myself. I said, "I just pulled those glasses out of the dishwasher. Maybe the glasses are dirty. Maybe the dishwasher doesn't work. Maybe the ice has something wrong with it." What kind of a hostess am I?!!! I got them new glasses of tap water with no ice, and we had our meal. When Lloyd got home, I told him about the water. He got the bottle out, and examined the label carefully. In small print it said Voda y lime. Since we can't read anything on anything in the grocery store, we hadn't bothered to read the fine print. But he cleverly turned to the women and said, "You should have drunk this. It would have kept you from scurvy!"