My dear readers, wherever you may be, you are about to experience your first taste of clumsiness.
Not really clumsiness, just bad judgement. I think that deserves a round of applause to be honest. I thank you.
I shall set the scene:
It is 26th November about 6:30pm. It’s dark outside (normal for winter and daylight saving time) and it’s freezing in the house because the radiators don’t work apparently. The kettle has just
boiled – screeched in protest.
So the scene has been set. The events that unfolded are actually true, and when I told Autumn about them, I believe that her words were “hahahahaha hahaha, tea shenanigans eh?”, hence the name of the title and I figured that I should share it.
There I was, stood shivering in my giraffe onesie pouring hot water into my mug with a tea bag in it. I looked around everywhere but I just couldn’t find a clean spoon, and I didn’t want to use a dirty one. I couldn’t possibly do that to my tea, it has to be respected. I did, however, find a fork.
Yes, I substituted a spoon for a fork to take the tea bag out of my mug, and I never will again.
You see, because I was really cold, I was shaking a little, and I ended up stabbing my tea bag rather than simply pulling it out. This is bad enough, but what happened next was worse. A corner of the poor butchered tea bag actually ripped off and fell into my tea! I wasn’t going to even attempt to fish it out with my fork, so I thought, “ah well, a little extra to my tea won’t harm me. I can just drink around it.”
No. No you cannot drink around it dear reader. If this should ever happen to you, do not be naïve enough to think that you can drink around it because you can’t. You will forget it’s in there and swallow it, just like I did.
Moral of the story: don’t use a fork to remove your tea bags from your mugs.
I am still slightly traumatized.
P.S. Feel free to comment about any slightly traumatic yet humorous experiences that you’ve ever had when it comes to food or drinks! We’d love to hear about them!