Sweet Tea and other musings.
As many who know me personally know, I love sweet tea. I have referred to it on numerous occasions as the nectar of the gods. This brown sweet nectar is my usual drink. I order it at most restaruants. Some places don't have it. (None around here mind you. It's just down right unSouthern to not have sweet tea. We'd run a cafe owner out on a rail if he didn't offer this libation.) Some place offer it, but it's intolerable.
I've drunk sweet tea that tasted like coffee and some that tasted like Robetussin. Now I will talk about the greatest irony of all. The location I eat lunch at everyday has the worst sweet tea in the world. It taste like a mixture of sweat, coffee and some bitter substance similar to quinine. This forces me to drink Pepsi, which is my least favorite soda.
The location is my work site a medical center which has the name of my home county in it and the name of particular religious group famous for baptizing people. I won't name names. The worst thing is, they don't seem to care. What are poor tea tottlers like myself supposed to do with this inferior swill? Drink Pepsi from now on? Nay I say, nay. I walk across the fast food restaraunt and buy a mega sweet tea with no ice.
The world is well.
