Che Tea

Mary and Sophie meet at a local bistro for a bit of girl chat and boy watching. The sun shines down from the glorious heavens. The grass in the park shines with the glory of “I Am’’s will and the world is at peace. But Mary has felt a little down in the dumps, her workout schedule, coffee colonic, and  prescription pills can’t give her the pep she needs to get through the day.

“You know, Sophie, I miss our college days. Back then I had all the energy in the world.”
“I know, exactly what you mean. I used to feel exactly the way you do but then I found a little secret.”
“A secret, oh let me in on this glorious secret. I want to be a member of the people who are in the know.”
“Well, only if you promise not to tell anyone.”

Only after her friend promises not to tell, Sophie takes out a box of Che Tea. Oh, that right ladies, the youthfulness and invigoration of bloody rebellion brought to you in a cardboard box. Don’t you remember college, the wild liberal, hellter skelker days. Che was there on the wall of your dorm room. Che saw all the naughty things you let coeds do and if it wasn’t for that horse you might have a degree.

You never understood who he was and the only thing he has to do with tea is in rhyming and marketing appeal of the rebellion dollar. But who cares about that stuff, this is Che Tea. Your NPR enlightened friends will applaud the rebel leader’s access into your pantry. Let the ladies in your tea party try and scoff at you now.

Che didn’t take any shit from anyone. You will also avoid the shit of other people, when you store Che Tea in your pantry. Take a sip, Mary, taste the sweet rebellion. Che believed in a better world for us all and we believe in a better tea.

Che Tea, revolutionize your cupboard.