Have you ever been behind someone in a line, getting vexed to many deaths?
Oh come on! You know you have.
This is how it went down: The professor wanted a cup of tea, but he had naught.
So, I searched for a Tea Shop, and I found one. And it was so close to my home, that I could probably stretch myself to the entrance of the establishment.
Of course, I didn’t stretch, ’cause I’d probably break, so I walked instead.
“I’ll be back in a minute or two or three…” I yelled.
There was a mumble from the kitchen. My analysts only do their job so well, see.
It was a cold, sunny day. A day that’s not made for walking. But I walked anyway, just to prove I could.
And then, I entered the Tea Shop.
Now, here’s the wicked point: Daddy Salami was standing there, trying to checkout with a basket-load of tea.
“Listen,” he was saying, “I wanna buy this tea, cur-face.”
The young girl–who was doing the check-outing–gasped. See, not used to being called cur, don’t you know.
“Don’t you dare call me that!” she said.
“I’ll call you what I want, cur-belly!”
Now, during this time, this professor had chosen his tea, and I was waiting–rather impatiently, I must add–to try some.
“Cur-belly?” the young girl said.
She disappeared into the back.
Salami turned to me. “Where’d she go?” he asked.
“Not sure, I answered, but good job, I say. We shall never get our tea now.”
Salami laughed. “I’ll just leave with mine.”
He left. It was quite a thing.
And that’s when the young girl returned with an older girl.
“Why are you giving my sister problems?” she asked. And she was cranky, I could tell.
I was about to say something, but the younger girl interrupted. “That’s not him! Where is the red-haired guy?”
“He walked out,” I answered.
“You let him?!” the older girl asked. “You’re no gentleman!”
“I know,” I admitted. “I’m a filthy beast.”
And I did.
Without my tea.
After a few paces, I ran into Daddy Salami again. He was reselling the tea he’d taken and making a good profit.
I bought some.
[It turns out, those girls are actually Ms. Higgins‘ daughters.]
And I’m thinking on revenge.
Moral: Don’t try to buy tea from a cur-belly.