What Everybody Ought to Know About the Tea Party

A Standoff in Pleasanton Angers Husband

Blame it all on me.  But in my defense, I didn’t anticipate that my family would fight for iced tea.  

First thing you need to know, my husband is a patient, reasonable man.  He never gets mad over little things.  

“What’s for dinner?” he said, sniffing the air for a hint of a meal.

“Leftovers,” I said as I turned on the microwave.


And after the meal, he asked, “Do we still have some of that chocolate raspberry truffle cheesecake cake from the Cheesecake Factory?”

“Oops, the kids ate it.”

“No problem.”

But if you mess with his iced tea, beware.  An all out war brewed to boiling proportions.

There’s a little story behind how it all started.

On my quest for a healthy alternative to soda and sugary drinks, I discovered caffeine free, no calorie Crystal Light Iced Tea from Raley's.  My family of four fell in love with it, gulping down a gallon a day.  Home from school, the kids downed it with their snacks.   When the jug got drunk dry, the blame game began.

“How come the tea’s gone?  Who forgot to fill it up?” I said and shook my head.

Both lads denied that they were the last to drink it and refused to help refill it. Sometimes the carafe returned to the refrigerator with one-inch left.  Other times, it was put back completely drained.  A standoff ensued.

  Big Daddy was ready to blow.  After work each night, my guy tossed his sport jacket on the nearest chair and marched to the frig in search of his favorite beverage to guzzle.  

“You’re got to be kidding,” he said, shaking the container in our face.  “Who forgot to refill this?” 

Fe, fi, fo, fum.

We compromised.  A black line, marked within four inches from the bottom of the container, represented the minimum fill line.   Basic rule: if you poured below the mark, you refilled it.  This worked for a while. 

“Why’s this so weak?” asked Mr. Thirsty.  With an outstretched arm he flashed pale-colored tea in a glass pitcher.  “Was it you?” he said, looking in my direction.

Me swill tea?  My drink of choice - Pepto-Bismol, straight from the bottle.

Outwitted by teenagers again.  They had filled it up to the top with water in order to avoid making a fresh batch.  When my daughter confessed to the crime, I put a circle with a slash through her name on the pitcher.  Banned until further notice.  

Next day.  I heard the garage door open.  Daddy’s home.  The teens had chucked a pile of school stuff at the backdoor: backpacks, shoes, sports equipment, and cleats.  He stepped over the junk, nudged a soccer ball across the room, but in the kitchen he exploded.  “How come the pitcher on the counter is empty?  This is ridiculous!”

Take it easy Crazy!

“Calm down.  I have an idea,” I said before his head popped off.  I grabbed another pitcher and marked on the front in enormous letters, “DAD.” 

Total tally, two jugs.

But they couldn’t resist one final swan song.  The kids gawked with glee as Dad filled his jug to the tiptop and strolled away with a smug look on his face.  As he turned the corner, I stared as the kids emptied the “DAD” into their own.  Can’t wait until he gets thirsty!

Randy Randleman September 07, 2012 at 08:52 PM
Yep that's kids! The only solution is empty nesting.
Camille Thompson September 10, 2012 at 01:34 AM
I'm always surprised at what can make a generally sane individual lose it! Great story!
VP Cheney September 10, 2012 at 06:23 PM
Very appropriate!! Made me laugh as I in-visioned it in my own house. Great Story!
Julie Royce September 12, 2012 at 04:40 PM
Great story and I'm sending my husband to get some Crystal Light Iced Tea.


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