@DreamArchive a bit of scalding hot tea sloshing over the side onto the kitchen floor. When he heard the resulting drip, my father turned like a snake about to strike. "Girl! Watch what you do with more care than that! I expect not to see another drip!" "Yes, sir", I replied, hunching slightly and carefully shuffling in his direction, bowed as if against a strong wind, trying to keep the pitcher steady. At least he didn't yell at me for taking too long.