So I was having a lovely time with my mom, while she was showing me all the places she used to frequent when she lived in Holland. And I was beginning to get a much clearer picture of what my mom was like when she was my age. And I must say that I think we would have been friends, had I known her back then.
To appease my brother (and get out of the rain) we decide to go the Heineken Brewery for a tour. It was a good tour, as far as breweries go. They show you how beer is made and bottled and shipped, etc. And in each of these different ‘rooms’ you go into to learn about the different stages of beer making you get a glass of beer. Not a paper cup, but a glass.
Well unbeknownst to me, as we were going on our way merry way with the tour, my mom was stealing the glasses. My mom, the person who doesn’t eat grapes at the grocery store because she considers it stealing.
Her argument was that they were giving us the glasse and not collecting them, so they wouldn’t care. My mom the clepto.
Well at the end of the tour, guess what they gave us as a parting gift…