There is a Dasani bottle in Griffin, Georgia

There is an empty Dasani bottle sitting on the table beside me. It has been sitting there for about four days now. Cindy bought it for herself. Kate pulled it out of the refrigerator and drank about half of it, leaving the rest to ferment in the bottle on the table in the living room. Two days ago, I was thirsty and drank the rest of it, leaving the bottle on the table. Yesterday, Cindy noticed the empty bottle of Dasani on the table and exclaimed that that was her bottle of Dasani and inquiring as to who drank it all. I confessed that I finished it off after Kate had drank the majority of it. Cindy fussed at Kate, an easy task, since she was in Tennessee. However, the bottle remained on the table, as it does now. Perhaps the one thing we can surmise from this story is that no matter who bought the Dasani, intended to drink it, brought it out of the refrigerator to the living room, drank part of it, finished it off or became concerned that her Dasani was empty, the appropriate place for the Dasani bottle, empty, full, or partially empty, was on the table in the corner in the living room. And so it sits on the table in the living room. A reminder of its foreordained place in the universe.

I put that last bit of Presbyterian theology in there at the last moment because it does, indeed, appear that there is some predestined reason for the bottle of Dasani to remain on the living room table. My God! It has stood the test of at least six days now. Experience alone tells us that there must be a reason why it remains in its spot. And so, I blame God. An easy target.