I learned something this week, well several things, but let’s not get too crazy. I attended and spoke at an annual Ladies Night event held by my town. The event was a lot of fun, even though I was quite sick or maybe the activities were more fun thanks to the miracles of modern medicine. I’ll never tell.
Long story short, I listened to a presentation on hot tea. I admit it, I chuckled at first wondering how on earth that could be interesting, but Denise LeCroy did an amazing job. When I arrived home, I found a sample of hot tea with other goodies from the evening. I figured what the heck, my throat was killing me; even if I hated it, at least it would feel good. It was then that I learned I don’t hate tea, I just hate some kinds of tea. (The Harney Hot Cinnamon Spice was to. die. for).
No, don’t stand up, that’s not the actual confession. Due to the pure awesomesauce of the sample, I placed my first order, not only for tea bags, but for loose tea. It was after emptying the tea pot and seeing the sad pile of discarded tea leaves that a light bulb shone.
You see, I worked in the restaurant industry for ten years. I always helped out the bus boys and used to be disgusted by the sheer number of people who felt no need to at least disguise their chewing tobacco. I had assumed it to be a cultural issue, so I never made comment aloud, but my thoughts were never nice.
Yes, all that chewing tobacco? Nothing but discarded tea leaves.
The Sunday confessional is now open and you’re welcome to share. The ability to laugh at ourselves is vital to an enjoyable life. Did you screw up this week? Or are you like me and realized something after years of being wrong?