It wasn't hard to tell, the first thing I look for in the morning, is my coffee, so from the moment I discovered that one of my family members had hidden my coffee, it was clear that I would have to find a way to get back at him or her. So I started planning, it had to be something good because they had to learn that they should never do something like this again.
To start I had to sacrifice some money, I went to the nearest store and asked the cashier for a delicious and appetizing cup of coffee, resisting to drink it was going to be difficult, but I would endure as long as that person got what he deserved and learned the lesson. Then, I approached my family that was gathered in the living room of the house talking, with that appetizing cup of coffee in my hand I walked among them, letting the aroma impregnate the whole place and they felt like tasting my coffee and I told them all that since I had lost my coffee, I had had to go to the store to get a new one, a freshly brewed one.
I knew that since they were chatting none of them would move from the room for a while, so without any of them noticing I took some laxative I had in my pocket and poured some into the cup, what a waste! But all for the sake of my revenge, I knew that whoever had taken my coffee would do it again, so I left the cup on the table and made sure everyone heard that I was going to the bathroom and that it was going to take a while, that would give the culprit time to feel confident and drink my coffee.
They all looked at each other, some of them didn't understand why I was leaving without drinking my coffee, but one of them saw this as an opportunity to drink hot, freshly brewed coffee. I locked myself in the bathroom and waited patiently for my plan to work, if the coffee takes effect he will be knocking on the door in a few minutes to let him into the bathroom. It wasn't long when I heard someone's hurried footsteps and quickly the desperate knocking of my treacherous uncle, I couldn't believe it, of all people, he was the one I thought the least, not only had he hidden my coffee, he had taken it.
I told him to admit that he had taken my coffee earlier and that only then would I let him into the bathroom, because I was very sure that he would need it urgently, although he did not want to admit it he had to and when I saw him running to the toilet, I told him that this was my revenge for having done it, now I could no longer trust his a cup of coffee of mine placed on the table was free of laxative, since then neither my uncle nor anyone else took my coffee and I could freely enjoy every morning its rich taste, while I laughed remembering my uncle running to the toilet.
