The American Study of British Entertainment

Chapter Three: Wheres the Tea?

"The plane has landed! All passengers get off before I get the gun!" A stewardess said on the plane's intercom. "Sorry, I'm just having a difficult time right now." The stewardess on the intercom said again. Jeff didn't take any chances with the depressed, possibly trigger happy stewardess and ran off the giant metal object as quickly as he possibly could. The first thing he thought when he saw the streets of the city of London was, 'Well.... At least I can do my studies'. Let's say he was surprised.

Most Americans believe that London is the "Greatest city in the world other than New York". No city is ever a great one. A city might have a small amount of time filled with glory, but in the end they turn into dark and dangerous Hell. Jeffrey walked into the airport, but his trip through the building is rather boring so let's skip to when he's out of the airport. Jeff walks the streets of London and pulled out his phone to look up the nearest motel or hotel.

A map pulled up on his phone. The map showed a way to a hotel called "The Soggy Noodle". Jeff was a little reluctant to follow the map but he did anyway. Why he did, I'm not sure. But what I do know is that if he didn't follow that map and chosen a different map to a different hotel then he wouldn't meet the man that would change his life.

Jeff followed that map up to an old, rundown building with a billboard showing off it's laughable name. Jeff told himself not to go in but he did it anyway. The first thing he noticed when he walked into the hotel was the carpet, if you could call it that. It was made out of pieces of different cloths and clothes. The walls had tearing blue wallpaper with white stripes running down it. He looked to his left to see a teenage boy playing on his iPhone with his earbuds shoved all the way inside his ears.

Jeff waited for a second then waved to get the child's attention. This works and the boy puts down his phone and ripped his earbuds out of his ears. He threw on a giant grin and he seemed a little shaky. "W-Welcome to the 'Soggy Noodle'! W-Would you like a room?" Jeff could smell the now present sweat from the boy. He looked around.

He couldn't live here! It's unclean and unsafe. He looks back at the boy who now has a worried expression on his face. 'I can't disappoint him' Jeff thought. "Um..." One more look. "Y-Yes, I would." The teenager instantly lit up. "For- For how long, sir?"

"Well I guess a, um, a month?" The boy practically lit up and started jumping in circles with joy. He took an old, dusty key out of a drawer and handed it to Jeff. "Th-This is your room key, sir! Your rent is £5 a week! Have a nice stay!" Jeff looked at the key.

It read; "Room 1". "Um, Thank you." Jeff walked out of the lobby and behind a corner to the door to his room. Before he opened it, he heard the boy talking to someone. "Hi dad! I did it! I got someone to move in!" Jeff cracked a smile and opened the door. Inside the room was a decent sized bed, a small wooden desk, a tall lamp, and a small blocky TV. Jeff sighed and put his backpack on the wooden floor.

He sits down on his bed and puts his head in his hands and wonders, 'Where the fuck is the tea?'