The assistant manager hovered behind Kelly

The assistant manager hovered behind Kelly has be flipped twelve burgers on the grill with his left hand & prepared the buns with condiments with his right. "The force is strong in

him," Kelly thought, as the assistant manager leaned in close and grasped his right hand. "When I was young, I thought they said 'Condom's and Mint's", she purred, as she

turned into a cat right before Kelly's eyes. The Assistant Manager was a were-tiger. She tore up the place. Slashing coffee bags and via boxes. Clouds of Splenda exploded

and rained down on the office plants. "Manna from heaven," I said, catching the Splenda with my tongue. The were-tiger liked her coffee like she liked her sky: black. More slashing

of federal budgets was the were-tiger's dream. I liked my coffee like I liked my women: liquid, and in a cup. The falling Splenda dotted my hair like dandruff. We got down to brass

Then she ground up against me. TEAse! She wanted to get me in hot water, but I said "Honey, you'd better leaf me alone. I'm oolong, long way from home." But no...she bagged me

instead of Earl Grey. I felt strained. She held me by a string. Unhappy at this turn of events, I tried to distract her. "Hey look, isn't that Herbal over there?" Her head swiveled

"Herbal? You are trying to ply me with HERBAL? You PHILISTINE!" She slammed the Elizabeth II coronation commemorative bone china tea cup on the teak table. "Black or not at ALL!"

The flashback returned. She slammed his Elizabeth teacup. His mind reeled with temporal displacement. The Boston Tea Party had touched him in ways that could not heal.