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I can’t use plastic cups anymore.
Why? Are you allergic?
No, but I might as well be. If I want a drink I have to use a glass.
A glass glass?
Yeah.
What happened?
One day I made some peanut butter toast and went to get a cup and my plastics were all dirty so I had to use glass. I poured myself a big drink of milk and it was just perfect. It was like I was drinking milk for the first time. It tasted so pure. And the milk was so very cold.
Even though it’s the same temperature and the same make-up if you use a plastic cup?
Yeah. But, there’s just something intangible about using glass. And it’s not just milk. It’s water and o.j. or anything.
Interesting.
Yeah. So anyway, I can't go back. It's been a couple months now and I haven't even touched plastic. I should probably clean out my cupboard so I can make room for more glasses.
How about you?
I could use either.
What about paper?
Sure.
Oh, man, I cannot do paper. Those are the worst of all.
You’re a cup snob.
I totally am.