Where the Tea @?!

Here we go again....Had a 6 am flight outta the city, which I personally think should be against the law. On the way, half asleep & punch drunk from packing & tying up loose ends the previous day, I started texting while driving to the airport (one day after the hands-free law takes effect, no less), swerved a bit in the Benz & almost gave my woman a heart attack. Great way to start off a 12-country international tour. This was about @ 04:40 pst. I pretty much don't remember anything else, except landing in Philly for a layover.

I brought my sleep mask (the kind my stepfather used to wear, which made me freaked out enough to the point where I recommended he and my Moms get divorced. They didn't, but that's another blog), put it on, & I was out. I haven't been to this airport in a while, & like a lot of American airports, I later learned they added a mini mall. I'm not against mini malls in airports @ all, in fact, being a champion of the road, I'd prefer to eat @ a place that I know what I'm getting, rather than some roody-poot spot trying to look like a chain, but really only exists in terminal A of the Philadelphia airport. Well, as I mentioned before, because I didn't know they had a mall yet, I ended up eating @ some spot trying to look like a chain, but really only exists in terminal A of the Philadelphia airport. It was fucking horrible. Why does everyone have to have a "signature sandwich" with some dumb-ass name where they combine a bunch of shit that really shouldn't be seen together? Turkey, egg salad, & guacamole on dutch crunch? The "Buddy Boy"?!?! I don't even know where to begin. I guess they can't all be Genova in North Oakland.

At this point I'm a zombie, so I started my daily hop-head mission looking for that Green Tea. "Where the Tea @? Where the Tea @?". That's when they pointed me in the direction of the mini mall, in the other terminal. I got on the Automatic walkway, & as I saw it approaching, I thought I had arrived in heaven. Chik-fil-A.....Brookstone......TGI Friday's.......Ahhhh..... Suddenly I heard beautiful mermaids of color strumming harps in the back of my mind. I thought for sure I'd at least find a Starbuck's, & I'm not really a big Starbucks fan either, but again, hey, @ least I know what I'm getting. Instead I found "Brisco's" or some shit, but @ that point I didn't care, I was a fiend nodding off, jonesin' & getting sick. "Where the Tea @? Where the Tea @?" My barrista pointed to a stack of boxes full of fruity-ass, colorful packets, that I thought I coulda swore I smelled from the automatic walkway. Again, why can't I just get some good, pure green tea? Why does everyone have to have a "green tea medley" with some dumb-ass name where they combine a bunch of shit that really shouldn't be seen together? I don't want pear flavored green tea with rose hips, a hint of cinnamon aromatherapy, or some other suburban-ass, Pier One imports flavor combination. They doin' way too much. Well, I guess they can't all be L'amyx in North Oakland.

I need a nap.

-LB