We had an old Italian guy that would pass the shop with his wagon everyday going to the Cemetary where they had an area you could garden. I was in my late twenties I guess. Always had to fix the wagon. One day he hands me and a fellow who was his neighbor that worked for me some home made wine. Pulled out a couple styrafoam cups and pours. I had to sit down. Put me on my ***. They other guy says hey what's this white stuff floating in my cup. He looks at the cup,looks at me and winks. Then with a deadpan face says oh! That must be the wifes laundry soap cup. He did it on purpose LOL