One of my very few goals today was to get my grubby paws on some Tazo Chai. In the past, Starbucks has provided the necessary “hook-up,” as the kids are calling it these days. With business to take care of at the mall and some time to fill, I wandered to Borders and once there noticed that they offer Tazo products. Can you see where this is going?

I like you Borders. There is something about your aroma of warm coffee and freshly minted books that makes me feel smarter just standing there among your volumes. Today, though, today, Borders, you let me down. Standing there today in the midst of your Tazo boxes with their many-colored seals, disappointment washed over me as I realized that you could not offer the orange-sealed box that my soul so desperately needed. Don’t fret though; our relationship is far from over. I forgive you and I hope you’ll forgive me for seeking fulfillment with Starbucks just this once.

Relax Borders. Starbucks just couldn’t produce the goods today, much to my suprise and no doubt yours as well. I had to visit an old friend to fill the hole in my soul. It was Kroger who had the orange-sealed box I so desired from you. Kroger is no threat to you – it may satisfy my physical hungers, but only your ample volumes contain the wisdom and knowledge for which my soul lusts. Nonetheless, if our relationship is to grow, blossom and bear fruit, you’re going to have to better anticipate this man’s Tazo needs.