I’m sure everyone reading this will at the very least know a tea drinker. Many will in fact live with a tea drinker, it is after all very much the ubiquitous drink of our age. But I wonder how many of you live with that oddity of tea drinkers, the ninja trained maker of stealth tea.
So how does it manifest?
Imagine you’re sitting in the kitchen, some how the ninja tea maker manages to boil the kettle, make themselves a cup of tea, a snack and sit down next to you. But incredibly, the first knowledge you come into possession of that cup of tea being made, is when they start to drink it. By some fantastical means they have managed to hide the entire process from you, while doing it right in front of you.
My partner is one of those rare people trained in this semi-mystical culinary art. She can literally make a cup of tea, a sandwich and raid the biscuit tin,and the first thing I know about it is when the cup of tea lands on the coffee table. I should point out that we live in a small apartment with a kitchen/living room combo.
Of course the use of this wonderous stealth art is not what gets to us poor victims of its application riled up. No, it is the fact that the stealth tea maker manages, in addition to forgetting to make any sounds, not to consider that we ourselves might enjoy a lovingly made cup of delicious lesbian (for lesbian read fruit) tea.
That said, of course nothing tastes better than that delicious cup of lesbian stealth tea. You know the one we untrained practitioners occasionally draw forth from the aether, right under the nose of the unsuspecting in-house mistress. Pay back is a bitch, and she sure tastes sweet.
My Random Ruminations. 