Sitting on a plane, the flight attendant asks, "something to drink?"  My neighbor orders coffee and continues to bend my ear as he conducts his chemistry experiment-like preparation of his airline coffee - to get it just so.  One pack of sugar, two packs of sugar, three packs of sugar, FOUR?  No way, not really.  Yup.  Four, five!  It's a little cup.

 

Me:  "Yum, Yum"

We both crack up.