In Which the Spawn Must Deal with Her Garage Rocker Parent

The Spawn has a fondness for herbal teas. In particular, she likes a spearmint tea, of a sort we can only get through Amazon. She orders the stuff as her supply requires replenishment, and before I came to the office this afternoon, she reported the presence of a box on our front porch.

I brought it in, and she told me that she had ordered four boxes, each of which contained two dozen tea bags. I started to giggle. With the look of anticipatory dread that I’m used to getting from her, she said, “What?”

I said, “You mean that you have… 96 teas?”

I heard her sigh as I walked away, but I was singing:

“Too many tea bags, for one pot, to be steeping.

Too many tea bags, for one cup, to carry on…”

About profmondo

Dad, husband, mostly free individual, medievalist, writer, and drummer. "Gladly wolde he lerne and gladly teche."
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3 Responses to In Which the Spawn Must Deal with Her Garage Rocker Parent

  1. Dad humor. It never gets young.

  2. ScottO says:

    Are you sure all of the nitrous is out of your system? *nudge nudge*

  3. My worst rock and roll pun was not any better.

    A sister-in-law was complaining that her sister’s husband was getting annoyed that local youths were messing with his front-yard garden gnome: he’d often come home to find it moved, repositioned, etc. That very morning, the gnome was stolen outright…the day before he had to leave for a conference in Phoenix and didn’t have time to contact the police.

    “So he’s headed to the desert from a house with no gnome?”

    I was surprised how many people got it and laughed.

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