There are certain, oh, call them “warning signs” that tell me when I should not drink something. Off the top of my head, things like extremely foul smells. Or maybe algae growing on the top. A glass of cold soda accentuated by a menacing rusty nail will often be a tip-off (unless I’m really thirsty). Oh, I almost forgot – I also don’t drink things that are on fire.
Yeah, almost forgot that one. Cuz you see, fire is really hot and can burn flesh. Call me a pansy, but I shy away from beverages that consume flesh. I am never that thirsty.
Natural selection, why hast thou forsaken us?