I put the can to my mouth and took a large gulp. . Iβve only dry heaved at my office once and that was because Kelly microwaved a hot dog. Kelly, who unironically auditioned for The Bachelor, which says more about her than anything I could say, would probably like this and call it, βa tasty low-cal treat.β Or if she felt like bragging for studying Classics in college, βambrosia.β . Nectar of the god, my ass. The worst fucking flavor I have ever experienced. This is honest to god the worst flavor of La Croix. I drank a flat cran-raspberry at a frat party and there is no comparison in the shame that I felt imbibing peach-pear in a newly-renovated, open-concept office in downtown Nashville. . Shame. . Embarrassment. . Ignominy. . These are some words that come to mind when thinking about this horrific incident and not just because I used a thesaurus to find synonyms for shame. . I have never felt so let down by a beverage, minus that time on St. Patrickβs Day 2017 when I tried brandy. It was real fricken gross. Not as bad as Kombucha, but people usually preface the βbuch with, βHey, kombucha tastes like underboob sweat mixed with apple cider vinegar, so mentally prepare yourself.β . Article by @coolroline #lacroix #seltzerwater #snoblife #snobbery #pretentious #flavoredwater https://www.instagram.com/p/B-OLiPNAMNw/?igshid=1j3dx39l466ez
