I drink tea. I prefer it over coffee. I blame the church for my choice. When I was old enough to approach the coffee pot at church without being shooed away, I poured myself a cup of coffee and instantly hated it. Then I went to the tea pot, poured myself a cup and liked it. Years later I learned that the church just made bad coffee, but my tastes were set to tea by then. Later in life I married an English lady and we have more boxes of tea than bags of coffee in our house. So, while I sip my tea here is a bit of tea wisdom:
I once had a job in a tea shop, but I quit when I thought something was brewing.
There’s a trendy new tea shop in town. I don’t know – it fills me with uncertain tea.
I drink tea everyday to achieve inner tranquili-tea.
Tea fixes everything.
Did you hear that the hipster burned his mouth drinking tea? yup, he drank it before it was cool.
We have a special tea here in the desert for windy days. We call it dust-tea.
Okay, these jokes aren’t my best quali-tea.
When making your morning tea did you ever get that sense of deja brew?
Just went to the cafe and found out that the price of tea is steep.
I would walk a chamomile for a cup of tea.
Moses drinks tea – Hebrews it.
The most difficult tea to drink is reality.