Hydration vs. cooties: a risk-assessment.

I gotta say, there certainly is something special about ye olde bubbler/drinking fountain. Doesn't it just remind you of hot summer days, invariably turning that spigot only to be tempted by the dribble drabble that slowly seeps from the rusty opening? Do you put your mouth close to the faucet (what the hell do they call those things anyway?), risking eminent cootie infestation? God knows Lisa Jane, perhaps the single most cootiful 2nd grader in all of Cheeseboro Elementary, had slobbered all over the dastardly thing. But, oh Lord, if that sweet nectar of luke-warm, ironized water isn't worth the peril.