Side note: Harris hates it when I do this. In his defense, it does end up staying there until we have time to clean it and put it in the dishwasher, and the result is a round coffee stain around the bottom of the mug.
Harris sees me drop the cup off without pouring it out and makes the ever-dreaded sound that your mom used to make when you did something you weren't supposed to do. You know the one. I'd type it out, but I can't do it justice. It's the sound that means, "stop right there, you know what you're supposed to do with that cup, and I'll watch you until you do it."
In my "fluster" and with my (unfortunately) often-present sass, I turn around, grab the cup, and while staring back at Harris, dump the cup's contents into the sink:
"Is THAT what you want me to do?"I thought that I was dumping the remenants of coffee into the sink, but in the truest, most humbling fashion, I missed the sink and the coffee splashed all over the counter! I didn't notice, and held my sassy stare until Harris proceeded with a smile, "Not exactly that!"
I turned, saw what I did, and we both just laughed and laughed. I instantly apologized for having an attitude about helping out with a simple chore, and then I proceeded to clean up my attitude AND my coffee.