A coffee tale; one Saturday morning, when I was 13, we were all gathered at the breakfast table. Dad's standing kitchen orders to mom were to always keep Chock full o' Nuts, ginger snaps and circus peanuts in the pantry.
With five people living on an enlisted man's salary, mom had to stretch a food dollar so she couldn't pass up a half price sale on Sanka.
She poured dad a cup of coffee, he took a sip and his face froze and he yelled into the kitchen: "Brenda! What the hell kind of coffee is this?"
Mom: "Sanka."
Dad: "Tastes like somebody sank a dog **** in it."
Mom never bought Sanka again.
With five people living on an enlisted man's salary, mom had to stretch a food dollar so she couldn't pass up a half price sale on Sanka.
She poured dad a cup of coffee, he took a sip and his face froze and he yelled into the kitchen: "Brenda! What the hell kind of coffee is this?"
Mom: "Sanka."
Dad: "Tastes like somebody sank a dog **** in it."
Mom never bought Sanka again.