The visitors are getting an education

Apparently many things in this house have to be explained to my roommate's guests.
 They have never heard of grinding your own coffee beans before, and now they are marveling over how we use powdered milk . Also they didn't know that that slit in the wall between the kitchen and the dining room is called a 'pass-through'.
  And I just heard the guy say "What's soy milk?"
The guy is now saying "You can get coffee beans at the store?"
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Now they are talking about how if you order sweet tea in the north you get a cup of tea and two sugar packets. LOL
 So true. And they are talking about how SWEET the sweet tea is in the south. true also.
We have two urns at work. Sweet tea and unsweet. Unfortunately we don't have a bottle brush to properly clean the tea urns and so the sweet tea especially has the grossest crud in the tube leading to the spigot. I keep trying to find a bottle brush when I'm out shopping. My boss could give a shit.
 Also we NEVER clean the soda fountain spigots. You take those off and they full of mold just like the sweet tea.
 I guess it's like having rust in the water pipes.. you don't notice it if you don't stir it up.
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My mom sent me a package with my art supplies and a few photos and what not ... and in the box was a shotgun shell.
 LOL. She has this little shotgun that was my favorite... excellent rifle. And she 'hid' the damn thing from me when I was drinking for fear I'd use it against her or myself... at the request of the idiot con man that she is now taking to court because he screwed her out of all her tools and probably that rifle.
 That shotgun shell in the package cracks me up.
I shot a peacock with that gun. I put up with those peacocks for two years. They would walk up and down my mobile home all night long. Walk up and down the aluminum roof waking me up at all hours. Then they would sit on the fence right outside my window looking into my bedroom despite the blinds being drawn... and do that horrible peacock screech INTO my room. I'd have to shut the window despite the SUMMER HEAT.
 They would sit on my truck looking towards the mobile home. I don't know why they focused on my trailer. I didn't feed them. I hated them and threw stones at them and tried everything I knew to get them to go away.
 Finally one morning I'd had it with the sleeplessness. I'd begged and begged my mom to get rid of them but she's a procrasinator and although she promised she would she never did.
 I had HAD it. I went upstairs to her room at like six in the morning and grabbed the shotgun telling her "I've HAD it!"
 and I went out and shot the  male. he was on top of the dump truck so I waited until he got on the ground and I got him.
 And soon after that I got the female because after I shot the male she got worse. It was pure hell until I finally shot her. There was one other one but she fled thank god.
 I cut the feathers off the male and put them in the tack room in an umbrella stand.
and I'd do it again. Peacocks are HORRIBLE> have NO DOUBT that they SUCK.
 And they will drive you to madness.
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I do not like loud noisy birds much.