After the last Truman class, we went to lunch at a pub. Alan ordered tea. The server said she’d bring a pot. He just wanted a cup but they only do pots. This went on for awhile and she finally said she’d make him a cup herself and not charge him thinking it was about $, which it was not. It showed up in a glass and stainless cup and the sunlight reflected his shirt on the surfaces so I snapped a photo. This is in the hot press book. Maybe I could have left out the tea bag.
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