The men just fell down from the walls to

The men just fell down from the walls to sit at the table, all around me. Empty eyes judging, weighing my failures. The blind mutes preaching their Darknesses, their transgression,

their nakazaniye, their forgiveness, their forgetfulness, their table manners -- or was all that just me? I had eyes and a tongue, and so I looked at the blind mutes and said "hey"

They stared back at me with their head, grey eyes and said, ¨Greetings madam, would you like some tea?¨

Well, you know me - I always enjoy a spot of tea, so I decided to sit down with them. The beady-eyed group seemed pleased by my company. That is, until I accidentally spilled

my tea onto the floor. I don't know what provoked him, but one of them took offence. "That's so f'ing rude, man!" he barked. "You should be apologizing to the people sitting here!"

Stuck up, filthy rich dad with daughters. Daughters with a huge tea addiction. Such a bad addiction to the drink that rules were needed. Who makes rules for tea?

Rules for Tea: 1) Elbows off the table. 2) Pinkies raised. 3) Carbonated and/or alcoholic beverages not allowed, unless concealed in teacup. 4) NO COFFEE! 5) Animals must wear

fancy clothes and big hats. 6) At least 3 old women who gossip. 7) Passive aggressive attacks on each other's promiscuity or lack of decorum concealed as a polite sounding joke.

8) constant recommendations of the barber Sweenie Todd. 9) Fancy pearls and a sweet cup of tea. 10) nightly worship of the demon Ba'allzebub. 11) a visit from the grandkids.