Blergh!

[ridicully]

I really don't need to find strange things in the bottom of my cup, after I drunk all the coffee.
Ok, so it was just a bit of the chalk (?) plaque in the kettle, but I'm still traumatised from the time I found the bottom gray with ash.
Ashtrays. Use them. And dishwashers. Use those too.

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[ridicully]

Yes, very ewwwwww.

And tea leaves. Thank you for reminding me of those *g* I hate it when my tea ball doesn't work, like it does with some teas, and I have to scrape leaves from my tongue afterward.

(But now I'm curious. How does one develop a phobia of teabags?)

[fluffyllama.livejournal.com]

I have absoutely no idea how I developed a phobia of them. Years ago I had to work somewhere where they used tea bags, and I had to use a spoon to get them out of the container because I hated touching that dry papery stuff, ick ick ick. Now I can pick them up dry, and I trained myself to be able to pull them out of the mug when brewing the tea so that I could avoid the plague and sugar infested teaspoons in our office kitchen, but ask me to pick up a cold, used teabag and I will still run a mile! Ewwwwwwwwwww!

[ridicully]

Cold, used teabags are evil *shudders* There is nothing bizarre in hating them.

And thumbs up for overcoming you dislike of dry teabags just to avoid tealeaves. That's dedication. *g*