Hot Water
At breakfast, I ordered
tea.
I was drinking mine
and a lady poured my tea
into her cup.
I must have looked
startled
or offended or something.
She asked me if it was tea
for the whole table.
I told her I had ordered
it.
Turns out, it really was for
the whole table.
I regretted not being more
gracious.
Why couldn’t I just offer
her
what I thought was my tea?
I could always get more
hot water.
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