Mo and I went out for a brisk walk today. It was sunny but freezing cold, so we decided to go for a coffee to warm up.
“Medium or large” the woman asked.
“Medium please”, we said in unison.
We sat down and waited for our coffee, which was swiftly brought to our table. I picked mine up to take a sip. As I did, it started to slip on my finger and spill in the saucer.
“Ooh! I nearly dropped it” I said. “It’s heavy”.
Mo started to laugh at me, for being so daft. “How can it be heavy?” she said giggling.
“Well, it is”. I said, wondering why Mo found that statement so funny. Using two hands to hold it, I proceeded to drink my coffee and do a bit of people watching.
“Oh! It IS heavy, isn’t it?” Mo said. I turned to look at her. She was giggling, the cup was slowly slipping down on her finger. “I thought you were being silly, but I can’t hold mine either”.
“I’m glad we didn’t buy large”, I said.
It doesn’t take much to make us giggle and for some silly reason this really tickled Mo. Probably because she had thought I was being stupid.
The cups had a tiny little, round handle, designed for one finger, placed at the top of the cup. The balance was all wrong. It doesn’t take a genius to realize that they would slip on your finger, spilling the contents. Who designs these things?