I drink bad tea so that you don't have to.
While on a recent road trip, I stopped at Wendy's in need of something to drink. Wendy's black iced tea is a perfectly acceptable caffeine delivery system. Given that I had few other choices while in the middle of gorram nowhere, it seemed like a reasonable stop to make.
But -- and there is always a "but" isn't there? -- I didn't want too much more caffeine that particular day, because the insomnia has been kicking my butt of late. So I ordered Wendy's iced green tea.
Don't. Just Don't. Learn from my mistakes and never let this swill pass your lips.
To begin with, it was way too sweet, in that artificial bug juice sort of way that stops being appealing about the time one hits puberty. After the sweetness smacked around my palate for a bit, the cloying, almost chemical, aftertaste kicked in. I wanted to scrape the roof of my mouth to get that taste out of it. There was nothing natural about this concoction and certainly nothing remotely connected to tea.
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