For the past few weeks I've kept a Throat Comfort Yogi tea bag in the door of my car.
I left it for the next time I had a sore throat.
I left it for the next time I had a sore throat.
Then I'd be like,
But the crevasse I kept it in was small. It's inadequacy caused the bag to continuously fall out of the car.
So my "What a coincidence!" moment turned into a "Yeah no sh*t." moment.
When I finally used it, I forgot how many puddles I dropped it in. The only flavor left was ground.
Tragetea.
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