Another Example of Parents Screwing Up Their Kids

When I lived at home, my Dad had a very specific way he wanted his drinks made and he could tell when they weren't made properly. Six cubes, Pepsi to just below the rim, handle on the right and sip opening on the bottom. Really. I'm not kidding.

"Don't gulp the Pepsi! It makes it flat!"

"I'm not gulping the Pepsi, Dad!"

"Yes, you are. I can see it!"

OR

After taking a small sip, "You gulped."

"I didn't gulp."

"Yes, you did. I can taste it...no bubbles."

Gulping was when the drink didn't pour out of the bottle smoothly. It rather...well...gulped.

To this day the sound of a drink gulping out of a 2 liter makes my skin crawl. It takes every ounce of me (that's a hell of a lot of ounces) not to rip the damn cup out of their hand and throw it across the room. Instead, I puncture a hole in my lip and rip the skin off of my hands.