Jan 22 2007
the devil is in the details
When trying-out a new Tea venue I normally take a quick look at the place name and memorize it’s location as a road junction then swing on out there in LooSea. This strategy has served me well, until today. Two tea places in the same building, is Seattle. Hardly what a girl is expecting. I’d arranged to meet Jenn at one of them. Remedy teas.
I went into the wrong one. The Teapot. After two pots of excellent Orange Spice tea, without milk or company, I left. I stopped to take a photograph of the building on the way out. That’s when I noticed my mistake, can you see it? Teapot on the left, Remedy Tea on the right. I meekly wandered over to “Remedy teas”.
Jenn in black and the torture victim were sitting outside. In January, outside, a week after snow-fall, without coats. Washington State locals are really rufty-tufty. Jenn’s ‘Loser’ handbag was definitely pointing at me under the table. How did she know in advance? They were very forgiving about my missing the place first time and let me join them for another pot of Tea and a waitress interview.
After three pots of tea I only used the ‘restrooms’ once, my bladder is under tight control. The restrooms also helped me with a poster describing the six-stages of ’how to wash your hands’ with pictures. Now I know. Good job I’ve got that little skill sorted now. It should prevent all sorts of unplanned nastiness.
the devil is in the details
