I remember my first water dispenser—a sad, wobbly plastic thing I bought at a garage sale for ten bucks. It tipped over whenever the cat sneezed, and the water tasted faintly of old Tupperware. But man, I felt like a king having cold water on demand.
Now, my neighbor, Sarah, just bought a sleek, stainless steel model that whispers when it pours. She paid a pretty penny, but she says it makes her feel like she’s at a spa. That’s the spectrum we’re dealing with here.
