On drinking out of someone else's coffee cup

Today, at the office, Pickles worked the front desk. So, I went out to talk with her while I ate a plate of fruit and nuts. I am a gatherer (of hunter-gatherer fame). While we were chatting, I looked over and saw a coffee cup. I drink a significant amount of coffee, and while I did not remember this specific cup from my past - I figured it was mine since it was white with a big red O!. It was empty - so I went in back and filled it up. I then finished my plate of food, conversation and the coffee.

I returned to my desk and lo and behold, my coffee cup (white with a bright red O!) was on my desk resting peacefully undisturbed. Oops. The cup I drank from was from a rather large man who was a bit unkempt. So, when I die of strange mouth related diseases - you will know the rest of the story. Apparently, he was not probably someone that I would regularly share my coffee cup - which happens to be a relatively exclusive group to begin with.

While feet do not gross me out - drinking coffee from a dirty old man's cup - apparently does. The feeling is a bit hard to describe because it has a lingering effect that sits in both your mouth and stomach. It reminds me of eating something with hair in it and finding the hair unfortunately in your mouth. You can't really help it and yet you feel like you are less of a human being due to your error. Moreover, your brain tells your stomach that whatever made it through your baleen pre-hair actually is the equivalent of wet hair. Bad, bad, bad. And hair - particularly wet - grosses me out.

Pickles laughed a lot at my error. And of course used the Pickles voice to greet someone that happened to walk in at roughly that exact moment. Overall, low moment in Chamber West adventure.