Friday, August 17, 2012
79. It's not my weight. Nor — believe it or not — is it my IQ. Instead, 79 is the number of vending machines visible to me on my walk from home to my subway station. All but a handful are selling soft drinks; mostly tea, coffee and juices with the occasional carbonated soda.
44. That's the number of vending machines not only visible but standing directly in my path. As in, I would have to do no more than stop and turn to buy myself a refreshing beverage.
750. That's the distance, in meters, from our front door to the subway entrance. A nice, brisk morning walk.
17. As in, one vending machine every 17 meters on average, not counting the ones not directly along the path. I'd have to drink one bottle every 12 seconds or so if I wanted to drink from each vending machine in turn on my way to work.
Living in a busy city can present plenty of dangers. Dying of thirst is, however, apparently not among them.