Coffee

Mom drinks tea; my dad drinks coffee, instant. When I’m at their house, I make coffee in a French press.

My dad likes to grocery shop and he looks at the various coffee labels and has had several types and brands of coffee in the house. Somehow, the ground coffee that I drink got put into an empty instant coffee container and mom used it to make coffee for him one morning. Apparently, there was a big blow-up about it. I happened to call that morning. It was an innocent mistake on mom’s part. But my dad hit the ceiling about it. Mom paid the price and heard all the yelling and anger and got accused of serving bad coffee.

Now, thankfully, my dad is making his own coffee. This should have happened a long time ago. Mom now puts the instant coffee container on the table with a cup of hot water and a spoon. (Yes, mom is an enabler.) My dad now measures and makes his own coffee.