The thing about freedom nobody talks about enough is that it gives wings to both good and arseholes. Still worthy!
Or one horribly weak tea …
(As a person who got from Dunkin’ Donuts their “regular” coffee expecting a regular cup of coffee, I still haven’t forgiven the drinks they are serving in those colonies).
When I was a teen, I worked at a truck stop. A driver ordered a cup of coffee, regular. When I brought him a fresh cup of black coffee (unadulterated, or to my midwestern POV, “regular”) he said kindly, “Darlin’, a regular coffee is ‘cream, two sugar.’”
I was a broadcast journalism college student at the time; my job at the truck stop was a boon. I learned oodles of regionalisms, pronunciation of names…all sorts of stuff that paid off in post-grad careers.
Oh absolutely. I’m a Yank, and even I know that! 😉
A coworker used to microwave her tea water and also reheat tea using the microwave in the break room. It almost gave me hives to witness it. *shudder*