Jan 27 2007
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In the Teapot Vegetarian house, by accident, I ordered a pot of Orange Spice tea.
Server: it will be a small pot for one
My heart drooped. Small?! No, no, no, I need multiple cups. The server was so well mannered, I didn’t want to ask for something they might not have, he must know best. I respected his knowledge and held my tongue.
Wendy: That’s fine
Small pot was no understatement. It smelt delicious. No milk. I didn’t ask for milk. I decided to take the experience as delivered and this was obviously an oriental tea house where milk is probably inappropriate. Curious about the lack of a tea strainer I lifted the lid on the pot to inspect the straining mechanism. As I lifted the lid the spout spontaneously ejaculated a spurt of tea. I smiled.
Pleasant, sensor rubble, memories. See the wet-patch? No-one will be sleeping on that.
Even better, the server refilled the pot with hot water as needed. He did, indeed, know best. No milk needed, no big pot needed. I suspect I’m being weened off my working class English tea taking ways…
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