No, you merely wanted water. It could have as easily been a pitcher and glass and would have satisfied the want.
Actually, no it wouldn't. If you read closely, my want was not water. I'd say my want was closer to convenience. I explicitly did not want to pour a glass of water, my other (free) option.
I wanted to chug down 16 ounces of clean H2O and roll over. Which I did. And it was awesome. Well worth the 2 bucks the hotel is going to charge me. In fact... I'm probably going to make the same decision tomorrow morning. Explain that!
Edit: waiting on a cab, so I'll be even more explicit. This morning I woke up, exhausted after a week of travel and a night of whiskey. Ad usual, a bit confused and not eager at all for my last day of work here in California before I fly home tomorrow to NYC. definitely going to sleep in another half hour at least. I know I need water but I don't even want to move. I can walk to the bathroom but at that point I might as well get up for the day. I look over: cheapo bottled water. The kind where the plastic is so thin you start to crush the bottle without trying. That decision takes less than a second: I grab it, unscrew the smaller-than-a-soda-cap cap and literally squeeze the entire bottle's worth down my throat in under 5, 10 seconds. Sated, I turned onto my stomach, buried my face in a pillow, and welcomed the sandman.
No way a pitcher and glass beats that. Even for free.
Since the $2 isn't much at all to me, that's all the more reason to treat myself to the bottle of water. I don't call that delusion, I call it not sweating the small stuff and living in the moment. Feel free to call it conspicuous consumption, but I'm not sure who you think I'm trying to impress with this story. I'm not sure such a person exists.
You're the one who thinks that my blowing a couple bucks for a nice moment in the morning is evidence of some kind of bane on society. Justify that, why don't you? I've given you my entire thought process.
