File this one under: an old story I'd never heard before.
Some years back, Top Management and a young Rose were washing dishes together. This is because for at least a few years, our dishwasher was broken, so the two of them would wash the breakfast and lunch dishes (and then, if I remember correctly, I'd wash the dinner dishes). On the particular night in question, apparently Top Management filled a cup all the way up with soapy water and, deep in conversation and without thinking about it, plunged her hand, holding a sponge, into said cup in order to scrub it. Naturally, soapy water squirted out everywhere.
Conversation stopped.
The Rose stared at Top Management.
Top Management stared at the water which had gone everywhere.
Then she looked at the Rose and said, "and that's called displacement."
Even when the glass is almost entirely empty, it's half-full with her.
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