Afternoon Tea

This afternoon at work I was dared to eat a teabag. The rules were, it had to be consumed in one single mouthful, without the aid of water or other fluid. Normally I wouldn't stoop to such immature levels (no, really), but there was a £10 prize in it for me if I managed to swallow it. This was always going to be a tricky one for me, especially as I hate tea.

After much thought and contract writing (to ensure I was indeed paid) I managed to build up a mouthful of saliva, and popped a compressed teabag into my mouth. Seconds later, I swallowed it. The bag got stuck in my throat. I had to do one of two things. Cough it back up or risk vomiting my lunch all over the office floor. I chose the former.

I didn't win the tenner, but at least I tried. I also learnt that it is impossible to eat a teabag.