Jean-Paul Sartre sat in a cafe in Paris, putting the finishing touches on his book, "Being and Nothingness," when a waitress came to take his order.

"One coffee, two sugars, no cream please," he said.

"I am sorry, monsieur," she replied, "but we are out of cream. Would you like it with no milk?"

All the Threads bashing here reminded me of that one time Zuckerberg said the quiet part out loud.

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