Last Thursday night we stopped at a hotel. After we were settled in our room, I went out to get some drinks. Ed wanted a Dr. Pepper. The vending machine only had Mr. Pibb, which I knew wouldn't be acceptable. So, I didn't get him anything to drink. I got myself a red Gatorade.
I did offer Ed some change so he could go get something for himself. He said that he would just have 5 sips of mine..
What?
5 sips? Who says they want 5 sips? Maybe a sip, or even two. But FIVE? Come on!!
Also, Ed's sips are 4-5 swallows. He should have just gotten himself a cup. Or better yet, his OWN red Gatorade
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