Wet Tea Shirt

The corner of Tremont and Boylston is a hotbed of promotional activity and SWAG. This week I was passing through in the company of four of my twenty-something female students, who had invited me to lunch in Chinatown. Three energetic twenty-something guys were shepherding a large cooler filled with free product, which turned out to be Honest Tea.
No sooner had they thrust bottles of tea in our hands, then cameras were whipped out. We were told we had to actually drink the tea; not vamp with an unopened bottle of tea. Well, that's fine, actually I've bought this product before and I like it. But this bottle was warm, not cold, and not designed for direct from bottle slurping. As soon as I lifted the bottle to my mouth, tea slopped out and all over my brand new white tee-shirt In the meantime, the teameisters had sequestered the four young lovelies to focus their cameras on them. "You, old lady, stay in the corner with your sloppy tea-covered shirt!"

The outing improved as we ate lunch at Pho Pasteur, a Vietnamese restaurant, my first ever. One of my students told us that her Vietnam-born father used to drive out for meals at Pho Pasteur from OHIO. For about $7.50 I got a bowl full of noodles, pork, shrimp, vegetables. I ate my fill and ate the rest for lunch the next day (with the Honest Tea.) In all honesty, Honest Tea is 40% owned by Coca Cola.