I’m in a coffee shop, drinking coffee out of an oversized teacup and saucer. Cute teacup; it’s all in Russian and there’s a big star on the saucer. No hammer and sickle, though — it’s a cultural Russian thing, not a political Soviet thing.
The saucer has a curved edge and a small circle in the center for the bottom of the teacup. I’m looking at it, thinking about all the British novels I’ve read where the country hick character dumps tea into the saucer to cool it off, then drinks the tea out of the saucer. I never realized how tacky that would be before. I mean, pouring anything out of a teacup is messy at best — it drips. And that saucer looks like a mechanism for spilling hot liquid in your lap if ever I’ve seen one.