Tea-full Ponderings, A Vignette

I was thinking about my tea. While waiting for brit lit class to begin, an alarm went off; I thought it was the fire alarm, thought it wasn’t. So, my tired mind turned to thinking what would have happened had the alarm really gone off: I would have left and taken my books (reluctantly) and backpack, but had to have left my tea. The room would – possibly – have burned.

But, the ash that would have fallen in the room to catch it fire would have fallen in my tea. The firefighters would have come in time to still the other flames, and be aghast that my classroom was untouched. They would then find the errant brand in my tea.

Thus, the power of tea-drinkers shall own the day!