My tea ignorance

I have decided that the Trident is my new favorite coffee house. They are even very open about their lack of knowledge about tea. I asked for a pot of Assam. There were two canisters of it — the young man behind the counter showed them both to me. “I think this one here’s a little darker.” He looked at the canisters again, and said, “But I don’t really know anything about tea.”

I chose the tea from the larger canister. Thus I silently admit my own tea ignorance. Oh well…