Spoiled Buck-Wheat Tea!?

Mugi-cha it was not.

Last week.  After the Korea trip,  after a hot sleepless night I hop on my bike to ride to work. (Sean, who I usually ride to work with via his car, is probably either putting together his new computer now or sipping some ridiculous tropical fruit beverage beach-side in Hawaii).  Riding my bike to work makes me hot and sweaty.   I arrive at the school and plod my way up the stairs looking forward to the refreshingly cool breeze of the teacher's room to envelope my hot sweaty body.  WRONG.  ALL FOUR of the massive airconditioners that keep the teachers' room cool during the summer are BROKEN.  How can this be? I am not sure...it baffles me still.  While sitting through the morning announcements in a puddle of my own sweat, I only have one thing on my mind, a cold, crisp glass of buck-wheat tea to quench my thirst.  As soon as the announcements end, I run like a mad man to the fridge, fling open the door and  reach into the side pocket where the cold tea is always stored in large plastic bottles, hurridly spin off the cap and pour it into my large multi-purpose cup.  Before even putting the tea back in the fridge I tilt my head back and take a large gulp of....warm, sour liquid.  WHAT!??  While trying not to spew out whatever it is that I have just taken a huge swig of, my eyes bulge and my lips twist and turn in a series of unrecognizable contortions.  Then I notice something familiar about the flavor of the liquid that is definitely NOT mugi-cha (buck-wheat tea), but rather it is sour PLUM!!  Someone had recently put a bottle of warm plum juice in the spot designated for cold tea!  At least I had not drank spoiled tea.  I also provided 4 or 5 teachers with a belly-aching laugh, as they had witnessed the whole thing.  To cap off the mishap, it turns out the tea was the vice-principals, a present he had just received from the principal about 10 minutes before.