Dilemmas between British Tea and Coffee
Greetings dear coffee connoisseur friends. I am very happy to participate again in the weekly creative writing challenge. I take this opportunity to invite @yonnathang to join, as I am told he is a good writer.
Life is full of experiences, some of them good, some of them not so good and some of them very bad. However, there are people who, if they are lucky, can make great friendships out of those experiences and that is precisely what I want to tell you today.
It happens that for my job, once, I had to travel to a European country, since the company where I was a flight attendant at that time bought a new airplane and required that the crews be trained to operate it. That is how I had to go to the Airbus factory in France, and undergo a study process that lasted about two weeks, as you can imagine because I was a Latina, there were very few of us in that course, and because of that, I had to train with a group of people from the airline in England.
As you can see, the English have refined manners and are big fans of tea, but not of coffee, in that I must say I differ a lot from them culturally speaking, since I am an extreme admirer of coffee and without it, I can not live. In those two weeks, I had to stay in an apartment that the airline company had destined for us and live with totally strange people having to adapt to their way of being, imagine having to live with 4 English flight attendants, with whom I could hardly understand because of the language barriers, they speak English quite different from what I am used to.
A new day arrives, and I get up very early, I start to make my typical and delicious morning coffee, and because of that I practically caused a disturbance inside the apartment due to the smell of the coffee from my native country, Venezuela, which is famous for producing a very high-quality bean. The English people were annoyed by the smell of the coffee, they began to scold me and complain to me because they had to wake up earlier and that was not part of their tastes or their customs, at first I felt a little sad about the attitude of these people who treated me with a lot of rejection, and it was a very unpleasant experience.
The next day, I was about to look for the coffee and no longer prepare it inside the apartment, I had thought to boil the water and take it in a thermos to maybe prepare a coffee outside, in a public park, in an open area so as not to disturb them, at that moment I realized that my coffee was missing, I started to look for it, but I did not get it in my suitcase, nor in my bag and much less in my room, But I did not find it in my suitcase, nor in my bag and much less in my room, that led me to the conclusion that my British friends or well for that moment not so good friends, had decided to hide my coffee, so they would not be bothered by the smell when I cooked it, something that seemed to me in principle a grievance and filled me with a lot of annoyance.
I devised a way to take revenge, because for me coffee is essential, imagine just being in a strange country, with a lot of colds, having strenuous activities during the day, and without having a cup of coffee, that inevitably altered my human condition and made me very reluctant, so I planned to get a way to take revenge and that they felt more or less the same as I felt when they took my coffee.
It happens that in France there are many Asian tea houses, especially in the so-called Chinatown, there are quite a few houses that promote different types of tea, for multiple human conditions and that was how a saleswoman instructed me about an infusion that was to cleanse the organism, this drink called Te Mascan, was a concoction that caused stomach fluidity, that is to say, it cleaned the intestine and inevitably force you to go to the bathroom. So I bought a few bags of the product and when my British friends were asleep, I camouflaged among their daily tea supply, these Chinese tea bags, and then just sat and waited for the results.
The next day, the line to go to the bathroom was quite long, and then I was filled with a big smile because they inadvertently consumed the tea and suffered the consequences of having hidden my coffee, no doubt they realized that it was me who altered their precious drink and the next day they apologized to me for the abuse of having hidden my coffee. Thanks to that experience, today I can say that I have some Great British friends, with whom I talk all the time, and we often remember this event with much affection and joy, laughing at the things they did to hide my coffee and the trick I did to take revenge with their tea.
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It is a complete nightmare that when you need your good cup of coffee... the coffee is not there because it has been hidden from you.
Good thing the protagonist managed to let them know they were wrong to hide that coffee! The bathroom is a place for much reflection.
Hello good evening, that's right not having your coffee on hand for such an arduous day can get creative even the calmest of humanity hahaha and what worse punishment than sending them to the bathroom hahaha, thank you very much for reading my story.
Thanks to you for sharing!
Very good revenge, send someone to give their trips to the bathroom by atevido is very funny, that happens to them for hiding the coffee, I love your partcipcion, very well written and the form of revenge great.
Happy night, hahaha a trip straight to the bathroom and no stopover, hahaha, thank you so much for stopping by to read my story, I had a lot of fun writing it.
How nice that your British friends have taken their revenge as just and today remember the event with grace.
Hello happy evening, if my revenge for hiding my coffee teaches you that we coffee lovers are capable of anything if they mess with that delicious drink, the good thing is that this revenge was left as an anecdote to laugh at the sight of us
hahahahahaha what a thing, I laughed with that part about the bathroom line. What a pain not to have your coffee when you want to drink it and someone malevolent has hidden it just to cause you a joke. No, no and no. We must never allow it. A subtle form of revenge. 😂😂😂😂
Hello believe me, I also had a lot of fun writing the part of the bathroom hahaha, it really is strong not having your coffee, it has happened to me that I have run out, and I really suffer a lot, in my house almost never lacks this drink, but so far no one malevolent has hidden it, thanks for stopping by my reading.
Hi, it was great fun reading this story, you really made my day imagining those refined ladies in England squirming in line for the toilet while you laughed for revenge. I hope in real life you are not a villain with a mastermind. A big hug.
Happy evening, hahaha you can't imagine how much I enjoyed it, no one messes with my beloved coffee, maybe I'm not bad, but if you mess with my favorite drink in the world you can unleash something unimaginable buajajajajaja
Haha! I could empathise with the situation, and I felt their reactions were extreme. Your revenge was appropriated to the crime of hiding your coffee. Nicely done 👍
Hello happy evening, ha, ha, ha, ha yes really I also imagined them like that with extreme expressions, a revenge in that way for them was something unthinkable, ha, ha, ha, ha, that's why the result was more satisfactory, thank you very much for reading my story, in this community I enjoy every weekly challenge, I love the style of creative writing that you offer.
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