A discussion in another thread reminded me of this true story.
A few years ago I went over to my brother’s house. He asked if I would like a cup of coffee. Then he went into the kitchen to fix the coffee. For the kitchen he asked how I liked my coffee. I replied that I liked milk and sugar in it. A couple of minutes later he comes back with the coffee and a smirk on his face.
I taste it and he asks “is it ok?”
a minute passes and I’m still drinking.
he asks again, “so how’s the coffee?”
another minute passes and I’m still drinking.
he asks again, “so how’s the coffee?”
another minute passes and I’m still drinking.
he asks again, “so how’s the coffee?”
Finally I ask him what the hell he did to the coffee.
It turned out my brothers wife was breast feeding their 6 month old son, and my brother put REAL milk in the coffee.
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