You woke up as usual, and dragged your ass out of bed. It was great being away from home and baching it. You glance back at the unmade bed, and trot out the door and down the hall to the bathroom. You hear your brother and housemate downstairs rattling around in the kitchen. You're about to take a shower when you hear him shout.
"Bro, breakfast is ready!"
"Yipee! This is better than baching it, it's baching it with maid service!" you chortle to yourself and bolt from the bathroom and down the stairs.
You pull up your chair at the table and your brother glares at you over the sizzling skillet in his hand. He serves you hot eggs and bacon on to the empty plate in front of you.
"Dude, you could've put some shorts on or something?" he says shaking his head.
"Hey, I was just about to get in the shower when you called. You're the one who said, "If you're not down here when I call you to eat, don't expect to get any food." I just followed your orders. If you'd waited 10 or 15 minutes, I would be all nice and dressed for you."
"Or you could've gotten up 15 minutes earlier? Why didn't you just grab a towel?" he asked preparing his own plate and then getting the OJ ready.
"Well, I would've if I'd showered. I didn't want to get the towel dirty.
It was a particularly tall glass of orange juice, and it tasted a bit chalky. You figure that it was one of those calcium added drinks.
Your brother smiles as you drain your glass.