#37: Leave the Sink Cup Alone
I could be wrong here, but to me, this is a secret that is not a secret at all but rather a very serious battleground in the war between the sexes. It’s not that she doesn’t know my sink cup is a sink cup (even though, in my case, it’s a bench cup).

She just has a vastly conflicting worldview in which the cup’s existence is a travesty. Leaving us constantly placing and replacing the cup from the bench to the sink, to the dishwasher, and back again is not a simple misunderstanding but rather a fatal skirmish that will eventually determine who reigns supreme.