The joy of small, important pleasures

[FredRydr]

Another coffee story?

When I was 21 and dating my new girlfriend that I met in Arundel (on the south coast of England), I was in her parent's kitchen after we came back from a pub. She asked if I wanted coffee and told me to "pour the coffee out." I saw a saucepan of cold coffee on the counter, so since we Americans drink fresh coffee, not day-old stuff, I naturally poured it out...right down the kitchen sink. She couldn't believe what I'd done and protested, but it was too late. You see, her mother made coffee the evening before she drank it in the morning. She still married me. She drinks tea, anyway.