Overheard from the front of the van, as Fiddledaddy leans over my now empty coffee drink.
Fiddledaddy: “You know, caffeine makes you jumpy.”
Me: “What’s your point?”
Fiddledaddy: “I’m just sayin’, you might cut back on the caffeine. Then you won’t be so jumpy.”
Me: “You start messin’ with my caffeine, and I’ll make your life really unpleasant.”
Fiddledaddy: “Would you like to stop and get an iced tea?”
Me: “Thank you. That would be lovely.”