The Grand Scheme

Bill was over Sunday night. We carved a pumpkin and drank tea. Monday night I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Feeling too lazy to get one from the cupboard I reached for my cup from the previous evening. As I grabbed the mug I realized that I didn't know whose was whose. I nearly broke down and opened the stupid cupboard when that little light bulb over my head turned in—we drink after each other frequently and have been known to even share soda, so, really, when it comes right down to it, does it matter who drank out of it last night?

Let me help you out with this one: no, no it doesn't.