Jonny and I drink LaCroix the way college students drink beer. We were leaving the grocery store. I carried the customary box of Coconut-flavored sparkling water. A man walking in pointed at the box and yelled: 

“Bold choice!”

Jonny and I looked at each other and busted out laughing.

Purchasing sparkling water isn’t a very daring act – some would say it’s lame.

But why “bold”? Is it because it’s an exotic flavor? An acquired taste? Or because it tastes like a pina colada? Or suntan lotion?

The world may never know. But I go on, boldly sipping my fizzy water.