More on the mystery tea
Sometimes having a widely read blog is the best thing ever. I got this e-mail from Natasha:
Hello Elizabeth,
I had stumbled upon your website after searching up “Murchie’s” in Google.
I was pleased to see that you wrote a post about us!
I was hoping to contact you in hopes to help you find out what that mysterious tea you love is!
I’m thinking that it might be Russian Caravan, Queen Victoria, or Palm Springs Blend according to the description you gave. ...
Natasha kindly sent me sample tea bags of Russian Caravan and Queen Victoria, which arrived yesterday. (Not sure what happened to the intriguing-sounding Palm Springs Blend.) Russian Caravan, I already knew. Queen Victoria is delicious, but I can no longer tell if it's the same tea or not.
My next step, now that I have a contact, is to send my new best friend Natasha the last tablespoon of the mystery tea that I saved to check against whatever I decided was the right tea. I think it will now be worth giving it up and putting the inquiry into Natasha's capable hands.
Question to ponder: How can Murchie's have a Twitter account but you can't shop online unless you use Paypal? (To shop with my Visa I have to call the 800 number.)
Since I get 25 e-mails a day about my Paypal account saying that someone has tried to access it and I should send all my information directly to the e-mail writer to prevent something bad happening, I don't think I'll be opening a Paypal account anytime soon. It would be too confusing.
Comments
As one trying to use Paypal to take credit card payments, I can say the ease of use, successful purchase percentage and the customer service all stink.
Posted by: chowsearch | June 12, 2009 11:22 AM
PS: A buyer doesn't need a Paypal account to purchase, just a credit card. That doesn't mean it works, though.
Posted by: chowsearch | June 12, 2009 11:25 AM
Paypal has the "privacy" policy from hell, and their customer service is the gold standard for crap.
I delighted you have a good shot now at getting your tea!
Posted by: Lissa | June 12, 2009 11:35 AM
I had stumbled upon your website after searching up “Murchie’s” in Google.
Not only does Natasha appear to provide excellent customer service for Murchie's, she avoids turning "Google" into a verb. Props to her for that, right Prof. McIntyre?
Posted by: Bucky | June 12, 2009 11:59 AM
I wouldn't give any language awards to someone who writes "searching up". Also, "in Google"?
Posted by: ceramic kitty | June 12, 2009 12:12 PM
Ck, it's not really fair to require American idioms of someone in another country.
Posted by: Hal Laurent | June 12, 2009 12:41 PM
What country? The post doesn't indicate another country.
Posted by: ceramic kitty | June 12, 2009 12:51 PM
Kitty, I believe "searching up" might be English verbage. Like the tea.
Posted by: Eve | June 12, 2009 2:03 PM
Quite right, you're bloody well right.
Posted by: Lord Marmalade | June 12, 2009 2:10 PM
Clicking the link to the manufacturer's website reveals that they're in BC, Canada...
Posted by: Pokey | June 12, 2009 2:14 PM
Frankly, I don't see any difference between "searching up" and "looking up" (as in "looking up a word in the dictionary.")
Posted by: Bucky | June 12, 2009 2:17 PM
you cant expect a Canuck to talk good English.
You all are going to ruin this for me, aren't you? EL
Posted by: USA! USA! USA! | June 12, 2009 2:18 PM
Oh Lord. He's back.
Posted by: Dahlink | June 12, 2009 5:28 PM
You've got a bloody right to say...
I love Canadians. Thought I was one until I was 12. Also thought the Pope was Anglican and that, if I were good, I'd wake up male one day.
12 was a rough year.
Posted by: Lissa | June 12, 2009 9:34 PM
swerve
Canadians are good folks. I visited there in the mid 80s and they were quite friendly.
Now that I live in PCB, they descend upon my town by the thousands every fall and stay until spring. These are mostly elderly folk, the ones who drive 10 miles under the speed limit in the fast lane with their turn signals on...
And they clog my favorite golf course, and since its $3 less to pull a cart, they bring their pull carts, slowing the pace of play to almost glacial. Its where the term whack-n-wait must have originated. (Picture an 80-year old man pulling a golf cart down the fairway, in shorts and a short-sleeved polo when the temp is about 40 degrees and the wind is like 30 mph).
But, every single one of them that I have paired up with to play a round has been very upbeat, funny, and great company to have for four hours with on a golf course. Hearing their stories are a bonus as well.
/swerve
Posted by: PCB Rob | June 12, 2009 10:01 PM