During my UST days, I once visited my classmate in his dormitory room. We exchanged good conversations and ate some junk foods. After a while, I asked for water. He pointed me to his Coleman water cooler jug and told me to wait for a while because he was going to get a glass for me.
I noticed there was a plastic cup on his study table. Before he could stand up I asked him if that cup was clean, 'yes, of course,' he replied, 'but I'll go and get you a glass.' Wanting to be nice, I told him not to bother anymore and I can use that cup. He insisted that since I was his visitor I deserved a glass. 'No, I'm not that special,' I joked. And then I grabbed the plastic cup, headed to the jug, took some water and drank. I took three cups of water.
After a week, the night before our final exam, I went back to his room to borrow a note. While he was searching for his notes, I noticed the plastic cup again. It has something in it: his denture.
Moral of the story? Always listen to your host.
photo: chasingfun's @ flickr
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