Robbery at the Top-Shelf

I swear to God, folks. There was nothing but pristine spearmint in that whole-leafed tea of McCready's. And, yes, the fact that it was seemingly grown over at Northworth and Chaffee's (long and properly/as a matter of due course, for Christ!) - damned, I'm saying, if that as well didn't make for a difference. Of course, the fact that Bubkas was always there trying (and, yes, sometimes succeeding!) to spike it all with HER sour-mash - neither, either, could you totally vouch for it, quality-wise, otherwise, etc.. I mean, come on, talk about a frigging shame, huh?