Once in a movie, a young man was visiting a very proper old woman. She offered him tea and he declined, saying, "I don't like tea." She stiffened a bit and answered haughtily, " Sir, there are over two thousand varieties of tea; do you mean to say that you dislike them ALL?"
I too, feel a bit haughty about my tea. I have certain favorites. And I detest some of those trendy new varieties, that, though they look nice in the bag; taste like grass clipping strained in water.
If a waitress really wants to irritate me, she only needs to toss a little assortment of tea on the table when I have specifically requested green tea. Then after I have sorted through the bags of licorice-mint and orange-camembert (I jest) tea; I am forced to ask for the green tea. To this request the waitress invariable gives me a dirty look and retorts; "This is all the tea we have."
And why is it, pray tell, that my favorite local coffee shop, switched to a loathesome brand of tea, just because the people who make the brand are local also? Why doesn't he switch to a local coffee, rather than that rich Columbian blend that he offers? I'll tell you why, because the local stuff tastes terrible!
Oh, the trials of a tea-totaler!
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1 comment:
LOL...you made laugh as you described me at a restaurant perfectly...except for the color of the tea. Sigh. Why is it that I get penalized for wanting black tea that isn't Earl Grey?! Oh, they have fancy stuff in herbals, and usually even have green, but for me....sigh....they toss me a Farmer Brothers!! They make coffee, not tea! (well, not good tea, anyway)
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