Me: So, back in fifth grade, I used to bring a thermos of tea to school. It was basically because coffee is disgusting to me, and tea is my coffee substitute. So, on the bus, I would pull it out of my backpack and hold it in my hand and stuff. So, this random kid who sat in front of me looks back and sees my thermos and is like,
"You have coffee?"
So I just sit there making a "Dude, are you serious?" face, but they ignore me. So they ask if they can have some and I look down at my thermos and before I could say, "It's not coffee..." this rude little kid grabs it out of my hands and takes a drink from it. So, they sit there with this oddly blank expression and eventually spits it out, all over the seat.
He glares at me and says:
"What is this crap? Are you trying to poison me or something?"
I just stare back and take my thermos back slowly.
"It's not coffee. It's not poison. It's tea." I give them my signature white-eye look and wipe of my thermos.
"What are you? Some kind of British know'it-all f****r?"
That's exactly what they said to me after about two or three minutes and I don't even look at them, but I ignore them and read my book. I guess they got bored and went back to talking to some random person or whatever they were doing.
Moral of this story: Don't judge a book by its cover. Specifically, don't think someone's British just because they drink tea, a lot of people do. Matcha is actually pretty good, and it's a kind of Japanese tea If that kid ends up reading thus, which is very unlikely, I'm Mexican-American with a tiny bit of English blood. Deal with it.
Anyway, I will now go write part two and three now.
