Editor’s Note: Some of us here in Baghdad are worried about Lowry’s rapidly failing mental health. Stay tuned.
Who’d thought that I’d come half-way around the world to fall in love with cranberry juice. It’s true. From the looks of things it doesn’t seem like I’m the only one either. These 8-ounce bottles of joy are like gold here. KBR can’t keep in stock fast enough. If people see them, they’re gone. It’s crazy.
There’s plenty of free milk, colas, coffee, tea, non-alcoholic beer, energy drinks, and of course bottled water. KBR even supplies us with assorted box juices. The only thing they run out of though is cranberry juice. Why is that? I don’t know. Maybe it’s that they’re in American packaging, but the beer is in its American packaging. Maybe cranberry juice is truly the nectar of the gods, maybe it has some addictive quality to it. Whatever it is, they always run out. Maybe it’s the nice burgandy hue, or the small little bottles that makes them so appealing. I don’t know these are just mere guesses.
I clamor for them when they run out, and I horde them when they’re back in stock. Cargo pockets come in handy when KBR restocks cranberry juice. Today I commandeered six from the dining facility. Usually the DFAC (dining facility) runs out about the time I go to lunch, but not today. I was one of the lucky ones today.