Sometimes it sits alone on a table at the U.S. Open or in the grip of a thirsty tennis fan. Often it is stacked, maybe in a pair, maybe in a precariously balanced tower.
Everywhere you look is the familiar clear cup of the Honey Deuce.
For a while, columns of Honey Deuce cups were all that Christine Dinisi saw when she opened her cupboard while looking for a water glass. “For a long time, until about a year or two years ago, they were my only cups in my apartment,” said Dinisi, 34, who estimated she had about 20 in her kitchen at one point.