Smelly Tea.

Saturday, August 16, 2003 -- I woke to a notable lack of stormy weather this morning. Hurricane Erika apparently expended most of its energy down in Mexico. With Cathi and the boys in Corpus, I spent the afternoon gathering up items to donate to Goodwill. I stopped by Shortys while I was in town and was less than impressed. My iced tea actually had a nasty sewage odor to it. I notified the waitress who asked "Does it taste funny?" "No, it's more like it SMELLS funny." She took a sniff and confirmed that it was not my imagination. She brought me another glass of tea but at that point it was hard to enjoy it (or my meal for that matter).