I pondered a moment. "Gee, I have no idea."
"I bet it was the British," she said. "Probably a guy who was the Earl of something."
"Or, it could have been the Chinese," I countered. "Maybe they figured it out a thousand years ago, and Marco Polo brought back the idea to Europe."
|Did the English invent the tea bag?|
So, we learn something new every day. Then B continued, "But it was an Englishman who invented iced tea. Or, at least, it says the first recorded serving of iced tea was by an Englishman, Richard Blechynden, at the 1904 World's Fair in St. Louis."
So I learned two things the other day. Then, this morning, I was lying in bed and for whatever reason I started thinking about two other things. Don't ask me why, but in that blurry time before I was fully awake, I began to run down a list of all the euphemisms we have for dying. And then . . . if for dying, why not sex? The beginning and the end.
Here's what I came up with; but surely there are others.
die have sex
croak make love
meet your maker do it
perish sleep with
expire make whoopie
buy the farm go all the way
pass away do the dirty
reach the promise land screw
go to sleep bang
kick the bucket get laid
go toes up hump
lose your life have intercourse
So anyway, don't blame me. Who knows what random ideas pop into our heads in those murky moments when we're swimming back up to the surface of consciousness? Maybe it was the caffeine in that Arnold Palmer I drank last night.