Tea-jacked

Well we went shopping and I got fucking tea-jacked at Teavana.  I thought, "Oh!  Let's stop in here since I've been wanting to try to cut down on the diet pop I drink, and I would really like to find a tea I like."

They had samples outside...good samples...samples that draw you into the goddamn tea web.  That's when they strike and then start to wrap you up just to devour you later.

Oh sure, you think you're just going to get a little tea, they talk super fast and tell you all about how medicinal it is, and wave the lid of the tea tin at you so you get all suckered in by smelling how lovely it is, then they get you to agree to what you think is the right amount, but you don't know...because you don't drink fucking tea.

So...$79, one pound of two different teas, and a half a pound of rock sugar (FOR CHRIST'S SAKE), I am now a proud tea drinker.

WTF???  At least they didn't sucker me into the $169 cast iron tea pot.  Barely...