Dear iced tea man, the elephant is still on my fridge

For six months I bought iced tea every morning on the corner in Thonglor from a young man who drew a tiny picture on each cup, a cat, a boat, once a very serious potato. One Monday he was gone and the woman who replaced him said he had moved to Chiang Mai. I kept a stack of the cups. If you are reading, the elephant is still on my fridge. The potato is on the door. I hope the tea is still iced.