Husband will drink coffee now and then. This morning he decided when in Ecuador, drink what the locals do, and ordered a cup.
The waiter brought two small pitchers. “Here is your coffee and here is your milk.”
Husband: “I don’t need the milk, thank you.”
Waiter: “No milk?”
Husband: “No, thank you.”
Waiter: “You are sure you do not want milk?”
Husband: “Yes, I do not want milk.”
Waiter: “I will leave it here, just in case.”
Husband: “But I really don’t want–”
The waiter left.
I poured some coffee from the pitcher into Husband’s cup.
Me: “You may want to rethink the milk thing.”
Husband peers into cup. “I’ve seen motor oil darker than this.”
He added some milk, took a sip, added some more, tasted it again, made a face. He caught the waiter’s eye.
“I’d like to change my order,” Husband said. “May I please have a glass of milk with a side of coffee?”