A powerful thirst was upon me and I selected the â€œMega-Buddyâ€ 52 0z. plastic beverage container Kwik Stop sells to quench my thirst. I wasnâ€™t traveling on the road, I was at home, but I like to re-use plastic containers rather than tossing them into the trash. I filled the container to the top with ice, and then poured in my homemade iced tea. I love to mix my teas, and this one was delicious. It was a blend of Good Earthâ€™s decaffeinated original, pear/white tea, and hibiscus tea. Yum.
Lifting with my legs andÂ using both hands to support the Mega Buddy, I made my way into the living room to read, relax, and refresh. Cue the soft music and gentle vibes.Â Ommmmmâ€¦.ommmmâ€¦it was good.
Just as I was reaching for the iced tea my husband burst through the kitchen door and called my name at a decibel level unexpected in my Zen moment. Startled, I ended up jabbing the container of tea instead of encircling it with my hand. All 52 ounces of ice cubes and tea flooded the sofa table, me, and the floor. â€œOh dear!â€ my husband said. â€œThat is something I would have done.â€ Well, sweetie, you kinda did.
He helped me mop up the mess and our evening progressed. A short while later we noticed the television wasnâ€™t working when I attempted to turn it on. â€œThatâ€™s odd,â€ I said.Â My husband got a thoughtful look on his face and went to check the fuse box. â€œYep,â€ he said. â€œYour tea shorted out the circuit.â€ We pulled back the couch and the floor outlet beneath was swimming in tea. I wonâ€™t say there was enough to create a tide per se, but it was plenty wet.
I found a wall outlet that still worked and crouched over the damp area with my hair dryer. My husband periodically tried switches to see if weâ€™d reclaimed the circuit, but it took a while. A long while. Finally, with my knees screaming for retreat, the television once again worked, as did the lights and, oddly, the freezer in the garage. (Who decided that circuit grouping?) I wiped up the remaining tea and made a mental note to vacuum under the sofa more often. There was a lot going on under there, although, thankfully, I did not find Jimmy Hoffa among the artifacts.
Learning to drink a smaller amount of tea at one sitting, or, to become more immune to my husbandâ€™s friendly bellowsâ€¦it was the best part of my day.