Ever had one of those insane tea cravings? When all you want to do is sit in a tea house, with you perfectly brewed tea in front of you and a really good book? Because for some reason tea houses are one of those few places where it is still socially acceptable to sit alone at a table. Without people automatically assuming you’re either too pathetic to have any friends or you’re desperately want a guy to approach you and deliver his one-liner.
And then you head to the office kitchen. Pour some water in a cup and shove it in the microwave. Because the coffee-maker (which only produced lukewarm water to begin with) has been removed and a water cooker has yet to be purchased. And you wait for two minutes, all the while trying to not think about that tiny little tea house you found some time ago, where they managed to get the tea just right. And then you open the microwave and retrieve your cup. And you put your tea bag in (because, of course, you’ve run out of the real tea some time ago and haven’t had time to buy more yet) and you set your timer and you go back to your table.
And then, after your timer has gone off, you extract the abomination from your cup and you look into the cup. And you see that your tea bag had been punctured.
Your know? It kind of sucks.