Our Little Secret
When I was young, broke, and just married, my new mother-in-law seemed to enjoy giving me a hard time. She would come to our house and expect to be served fancy drinks with her preferred brand.
She brought a bottle the first time and made it clear there should always be a bottle of it waiting for her whenever she stopped by. Yeah, I wasn’t about to give in to her tyranny.
I couldn’t afford that stuff, so when it was empty, I refilled the bottle with some bottom-shelf swill. I kept refilling the same bottle for 10 years at least. One day, my wife came into the kitchen and caught me pouring the plastic bottled drink into her mom’s fancy bottle.
She said, “Are you putting cheap stuff in my mom’s bottle?” I said, “Honey, that bottle hasn’t had the real thing in it in years.” She rolled her eyes and it remained our little secret. Story credit: Reddit / Ifurnishyourspace