I like outrageous stories and tall tales that have an exaggerated sense of life. So, here is a short tale of going to the coffee shop.
On the way, have a good day said the cashier.
Money was not on the cashier’s mind when she slipped in something special in his coffee that day.
When he got home, he placed the cup on the sink.
And about to drink, a bit spilled onto the sink. He took the cup into the lounge and heard a noise from behind. It was a growing noise from inside the kitchen.
As if something was getting bigger and bigger…
It was that something special put in his coffee that had spilled on the sink.
It was foamy and frothy and soon took over the house. A rather big bowl of coffee did the house become.
And the man gladly drunk from a pool of coffee.
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