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And on this episode one question involved listing 10 of the top 15 coffee-drinking countries in Europe.
To nobody's surprise, one of them was Belgium, which anybody would know who ever heard my mother saying that of course she drinks a lot of coffee, she's Belgian.
True to form, her mother and brother also drank a lot of coffee, and so did her father, although his family is something something probably Russian and not Belgian at all.
Many years ago, before my mother left home or even, I think, high school, her family had several coffee mugs all the same. And they just refilled the cups throughout the day, as you do, and periodically her father would go through and count the mugs. (When my mother told this story she paused to point four times and count them all out. I'll wait while you do that.)
And one day they lost one of the mugs, nobody knew what happened to it, and they never found a replacement, so her mother just used a different one.
Some time later, my mother happened to be in Woolworths or somewhere and there she found a whole shelf of that same mug! So she bought... two.
And she didn't tell anybody.
First she put out one of the mugs, and waited until her father counted them out (pause again) and was pleasantly surprised that they'd "found" that missing mug.
A week or two later, she put out the other one!
Gaslighting is all in good fun when there's no harm done, right?
And on this episode one question involved listing 10 of the top 15 coffee-drinking countries in Europe.
To nobody's surprise, one of them was Belgium, which anybody would know who ever heard my mother saying that of course she drinks a lot of coffee, she's Belgian.
True to form, her mother and brother also drank a lot of coffee, and so did her father, although his family is something something probably Russian and not Belgian at all.
Many years ago, before my mother left home or even, I think, high school, her family had several coffee mugs all the same. And they just refilled the cups throughout the day, as you do, and periodically her father would go through and count the mugs. (When my mother told this story she paused to point four times and count them all out. I'll wait while you do that.)
And one day they lost one of the mugs, nobody knew what happened to it, and they never found a replacement, so her mother just used a different one.
Some time later, my mother happened to be in Woolworths or somewhere and there she found a whole shelf of that same mug! So she bought... two.
And she didn't tell anybody.
First she put out one of the mugs, and waited until her father counted them out (pause again) and was pleasantly surprised that they'd "found" that missing mug.
A week or two later, she put out the other one!
Gaslighting is all in good fun when there's no harm done, right?
