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I chose... poorly

I just discovered a blog entry that I wrote down on my way back from Acapulco and forgot to publish. It was over-dramatic and therefore worth publishing a few weeks late. Here goes:

Here let it be known that on this, the twenty-second of June, two thousand and seven, I did experience the most egregious trespass of the Srah Tea-Making Code that I have come across in my long (although now probably shortened) life. The offender in this case is Harold, a Continental Airlines flight attendant who did, with malice aforethought (whatever that means) put milk and sugar in the cup, then proceeded to fill it with hot water and handed me a teabag. So I got this murky, horrible sludge handed to me and was expected to make a delicious, delectable cup of tea from it. What, Harold did not know of my neurosis, you say? But everyone should know! For it is on The Internets, verily. Forsooth.

Then to add insult to tea-neurosis, it smells like sweat. And to add insult to that, it occurs to me that while I eschewed tea in the airport for fear that the water had not been boiled enough to kill off the famous Mexican bacteria, tea on a flight originating in Mexico might not be any safer, Unitedstatesian carrier or no.

Fie upon thee, evil tea! I shall not touch thee! Thou shalt have to be disposed of in another way.

srah - Tuesday, 3 July 2007 - 12:12 PM
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Comments (1)

gravatar Cheryl - July 5, 2007 - 12:05 PM -

You are crazy.

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