I recently attended a “Mission Tea” at a Presbyterian church because some of the proceeds from the ticket sales were coming to my work. It was a very formal event (there were pastel hats and placemats). My boss was there. She had heard that the speaker was going to do a book review. When my boss asked one cute, little, zipped-up, old church lady which book was going to be reviewed, she replied,

“Oh, I don’t know. Some book about bitches.”

And that, my friends, is how the Presbyterians do tea.