Bad Luck, Good Luck

I broke one of my mugs. [See the above picture.] It’s glass so maybe it’s not a mug, but it has the same thickness as one. I was careless with hot water. There was not a shattering as is common, but only a pop. A large chunk simply flew off. Except for liquid and sharp edges, the break up was quite harmless. This saddened me, because the cup was a present, as are many of my cups. So many seem to break. I still have more gift mugs, however, so not all is lost. To make myself better, I decided to bike to the store to get some nice tea. I needed to go out anyway because I had some mail to drop off on the way, which I forgot to do. The store is a long journey up a steep hill. People say going up in the world is a good thing, but it isn’t when you have to bike up a hill. Upon arrival, the lights were off, and the place looked closed. Somebody came out the door, though, so I went in. According to the hours, they had just closed, but there was a line of people waiting to pay for their items. I took the time to look for what I needed. The tea I wanted had to be green and not in tea bags. It’s very difficult to find out here. I was going to give up hope, but after much searching, I dug through boxes and bags and jars to finally find some. There were a few types, and I chose some Dragon Well tea, which if you don’t know, is a pretty good type. [See the side picture.] There was still a line, and looking at my watch, I knew that I would be late to post my mail. I would have to wait until after the weekend was over. I, the last customer, bought the tea. On my way home, I passed a mailbox, and just as I was getting there, the mail truck arrived too. The postwoman accepted my mail, so I was able to get out on time. It didn’t matter that my cup was broken. My mail was out. I found my special tea. The whole way back was a swift and easy downhill ride.