When I was little I drank some lemonade. I thought it was gross. It rolled around in my mouth for a minute and then I spit it back in my glass.
And then I poured the glass back into the pitcher.
"What did you just do?" Big sister Lori Ann said with her most authoritative voice that mimicked my Mom's angry voice.
Fear and trembling fell upon me, so I decided to omit certain truths. "Nothing."
"I saw you. I saw you gargle the lemonade, put it in the cup and then into the pitcher."
I just stared blankly, hoping the incident would go away.
"That is dis-gus-ting! Do you know what you just did? No one can drink that now. You put all your germy germs in their and now no one can have that."
"Well, I didn't like it."
"That's no excuse," Lori Ann said, once again sounding quite motherish. "You are going to drink this whole jug now."
Here's the thing. Lori Ann was bigger than me, she was six years older and babysitting me and she had this really firm grip on my arm. So I relented and started to drink the jug of lemonade, gagging the whole time.
Well, you can only get so far before the inevitable happens.
"I have to go pee, Lori."
"I do. I have to go."
"Fine, but you're still drinking the lemonade. Don't think this bathroom trick is going to get you out of anything."
There I was, on the toilet. My little seven year old self drinking and peeing lemonade.
It was a rude and harsh introduction to manners when it comes to double dipping.
But it worked.
And that's why I don't like yellow beverages.
How about you? What was your Friday Flashback about manners? Was it as horrifying as mine or quite pleasant?