It's fucking cracked. S thought I was joking when I said, "It's fucking cracked!" but I wasn't. This time, it's the white inside part that is cracked--something we couldn't have done either since it was like that when I took it out to wash it. S thinks it might be because of the way Brita ships the things--without any padding to cushion any hard blows during shipping. Either way, I'm pissed off because I don't fucking have time to go to Target every day. And since we keep buying the last one, I now have to go to another fucking Target store and exchange the damn thing.
Here I thought we were doing such a good thing, saving money, and instead we've upped the price of the fucker in gas money. And I'm beginning to think that maybe this is a sign. We're also running out of water, since we didn't buy any this week due to the fact that we planned on the Brita. Grrrrrrr.
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