At work, the aunt complains to other aunts about the lover and the fact that he does not know how to choose gifts:
- And at the end he said to me, you imagine!!! What "you will not like"!!! Do I make the impression of a super-capricious woman?
Someone compassionately sneezes, who breathes, remembering his own.
At the same time, the aunt pouches her own tea, takes out of a bunch of spoonfuls just washed by a colleague, a teaspoon, looks at it (I notice that the spoonfuls are washed clean), goes washing, wipes and only then mixes sugar in the tea.

The lover is not so wrong.