accidental feminist

…to those women who have cultivated the habit of taking food or drink from their husband’s plate/glass without asking first:

It started as a normal interaction. I had put my antibiotic in my mouth, and didn’t want to walk to the kitchen to get a drink of water to swig it down with. Yosef had in his glass what seemed to be that watery ice/soda mixture that occurs when you’re done drinking and you leave it to melt. Naturally, I grabbed it and poured it toward my lips.

But before it even got there, I noticed something; a sweet yet pungent smell. Only upon actually collecting some of the liquid in my mouth did I place the scent: it was twelve year old Scotch.

Yosefblog, realizing what had just happened, could only laugh at my folly. And I certainly learned my lesson: don’t drink that mixture of melted ice and soda at the bottom of the glass, because it just might be alcohol.