Last Friday, I raved about my new No Sweat cup. I'm that type of girl that falls in love with the words "No Sweat." It's so true & if you've ever spent time with me outside, you'd know why. Once late Spring hits, I start to sweat more than Whitney Houston singing "It's Not Right But It's Okay." That's pre-rehab days, but I bet she still sweats. Since grade school, my teachers worried about me. "Take a break, Erika. You're red as a tomato." I wasn't exerting myself (I never exert myself), I just get red & sweaty. Unfortunately, the boys have inherited this icky trait. When Cooper was about two, I walked into one of their play-areas & saw him sitting by his teacher. "What did he do?" I asked. "Oh nothing. He just looked like he was going to pass out. Becks is no better. I breed sweaty messes. So when I see "No Sweat" sticker I buy.
Last week, I got an email from the super nice Cinco_Mom saying that she too got a "No Sweat" mug! She's in the south, so I'd assume she's used to sweating. But like all good women is probably sick of sweating. And guess what the rest of her email said? "It sweats." No! How could Starbuck's lie to me with a sticker!? I decided to go Morley Safer on the "No Sweat" cup's ass.
To make my investigative piece really work, I kept to my routine. I poured a big cup of tea, filled it with ice, & hit the hammock. But I tried really hard to not drink it. How the hell is it suppose to sweat if it's empty?
12:42: I rocked a bit.
12:50: Looked over at a space where a bush lived only 24 hours prior to my piece.
12:51: Got pissed off cause I wasn't asked if it should be removed. Went inside.
12:52: Sat down to work.
1:39: Realized I was on a hardcore news piece & went outside to look for Sweat.
1:40: Saw it creeping up close to my sweet little mermaid!
Damn you Sweat! You've won again!
If you put a sticker on your product, that should mean something! Look at Target box wine. It has a gold sticker saying something about being the Best. Well, it is better than Franzia. Pabst has a gold sticker too saying that it won some sort of Beer award in 2008. And Mr. Pabst, I agree that you're tasty. Fine. I'll get over the sticker shock. It wasn't so sweaty that my hands were dripping wet. I didn't get any all over my shorts or even had to dry my hands on them. My ice tea was still freezing after sitting outdoors in less than ideal shade. And because the cup comes with a lid that I always use (kids & dogs knock things around), all the tea stayed put when the gnome kicked it over. I'd say it's still one of my favorites.
Move over Jon Stossel & Cynthia McFadden. I'm working.