an exhaustive promise

Black exhaust from the back end of a rapidly moving truck was the first clue that something was awry with what I saw. Besides the fact that the outer environment was not benefiting from plumes of thick rich black smoke, the inside environment of the vehicles in passing turned sour. Take the possible prospect, with the new air freshener on the dash, who now is stuck behind the plummets of pollutants. The warm cinnamon smelling air freshener that brought forth recollections of snug winter tea, chilly nights, and Christmas has instead taken on a burnt-cinnamon-roll-grease-fire-fragrant a new, creative, and one of a kind smell which may bring forth a host of memories which potentially may carry on more negative connotations than the thoughts associated with the original fragrance.
Back to the truck…heavy metal cylinders, which one can assume held some sort of chemical, were in the back. This in itself is not alarming as they were securely strapped down in a correct fashion. However it was the combination of this and another towering and teetering piece of equipment protruding from the truck which was very problematic. This piece of equipment practically shouted, in bold and clear big bright letters easily visible through the dark haze, the words “pure water”.
This profound statement deserves great compliments in that in the midst of flying carcinogens and barrels of rattling chemicals, the precariously tilted machine is able to boldly proclaim with assurance to all that it will exert a water full of quality, cleanness, and purity.

Maybe the exhaust just got to my head, but somehow I feel a bit leery of that declaration.