One of our bunch just got back from a band trip to Disneyland yesterday, thus perpetuating for one more generation, the legend that begins, "Well, there was this one time at band camp..."
Anyway. I didn't ask her anything about the bus ride to and from because, frankly, I don't want to know - I'd be scared, then mad, I'm sure.
Upon her return, in what was apparently one piece, she hurriedly gave out the little gifts she had gotten for everyone else.
Mine was this:
It would seem I need to work on my attitude. Which I know.
What you CAN'T see is the fact that this mug holds about a half gallon of your chosen liquid.