I drink an obscene amount of liquid every day. I drink iced tea and water and
that's pretty much it. I have the occasional juice. I don't drink coffee or soda pop. I rarely drank alcohol
before taking anti-depressants. Now it's a big no-no.

Every morning when I get to work, I go to our cafeteria and get a 32 oz. iced
tea. Throughout my day, I refill it usually three times. That means, while I am at
work, I consume one gallon of iced tea. That's not including the water I drink
during my morning workout and breakfast afterwards. Or whatever I drink when I
get home from work, with dinner and after.

In case you didn't know, hydration is very important in the desert.

One of the cashiers in the cafeteria, a sweet, friendly bilingual woman, has
noticed my repeat daily trips. A few weeks ago she started commenting on it.
"I'm sure I will see you later," she says with a wink.

This morning during refill number one she said, "I bet you make a lot of
trips to the tolieto, eh?"

Now, if this was about any other inappropriate topic, I probably would have just stared at her
like she had six heads and gawked. But I frequently make jokes about my
recurrent trips to the bathroom at work, so I wasn't bothered.

"You know it," I said. "It also doesn't help that my bladder is
apparently the size of a cashew."

She laughed as she handed me my change. I stuffed it in my pocket as I sipped my
iced tea and walked back to my desk.