Lately, I am finding myself with a persistent prediliction for tea.
I have truly grown to appreciate the Bigelow “Sweet Dreams” herbal mixture with “relaxing mint and
chamomile.” In my humble opinion, it’s basically the greatest thing since sliced bread. This
morning, I found myself yearning for a cup of this intoxicating herbal beverage. The
idea of this drink accompanying me in my government class was liberating at a time when I felt constricted by my bed covers.
Being the semi-morning person that I am, I scampered (in a 6:30 A.M. manner) up the stairs to start the tea kettle. Then I opened up the
cupboard to find, in horror, that the box of Bigelow Sweet Dreams tea was
missing. In seemingly pointless desperation, I reached up in the cupboard
where the box used to be. And you guessed it….
There was one last bag of mint and chamomile tea left. Yes.
This day was off to a good start.
My shopping endeavors to follow this experience were… less
fortunate. When Mom and I got to the Wal-mart, I made a bee-line to the tea
section. I found a box of Celestial Raspberry herbal tea that I love, but was
not seeing "Sweet Dreams" anywhere. Eventually, I found the tag for my
favorite tea located underneath an empty spot on the shelf. Wal-mart was out of Bigelow Sweet Dreams tea.
“Noooooooooo!” I literally put my head on tthe price sticker, said
the aforementioned phrase, and made fake sobbing sounds. To a bystander, I’m
sure this looked absolutely ridiculous. Fortunately, soon after this
experience, I found an herbal tea multi-pack. Of the eighteen bags of tea, one
third was Bigelow Sweet Dreams tea.
Upon telling this story to my supervisor (who also adores tea), she laughed and told me that I would be “one of those Wal-mart stories.”
She proceeded to enact a Wal-mart storyteller, “For real, though. There was
this girl in the tea aisle. She was totally crying. Weird, right?” I find her observation less than enlightening, but it does paint a jocose image in one's mind.
Moral of the story: never run out of herbal tea. It could make you one of the "crazy people" in Wal-mart.
At least you aren't one of those frightening WalMart specimens. People are more likely to look at you and murmur, "poor thing, she's lost her mind, so sad in one so young".
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