The Coffee Shop Incident

A man walked into a coffee shop recently carrying a bag. This man got into line and when he got to the counter, he ordered his coffee. He received his coffee, found an open table and sat down. He pushed his coffee to the far edge of the table and began opening the bag. A tremendous stench began to fill the coffee shop. All the other customers wrinkled their noses as disgust show on their faces in proportion to the horrible odor filling their nostrils. The man with the bag did not wrinkle his nose, he did not show disgust on his face, he simply, matter of factly emptied the contents of the bag onto the table and ordered the containers in front of him, to his desire. One customer dry heaved, another covered her mouth; coffee shop employees began to look at each other with worry and of course, disgust from the horrendous stench filling the shop. It’s hard to overtake the aroma in a coffee shop but this stench was so powerful, so beyond coffee and confections that in a matter of exactly two minutes an invisible fog of reek filled the shop. One person quickly grabbed her stuff with one hand over her mouth and left. Then another. The employees did not know what to do: help myself of help the business. Then, the unthinkable happened. The man opened the containers releasing the unbelievable, second more powerful wave of reekitude into the already stenchified air. A customer threw up, an employee gasped, a young women shrieked at the man…as the man, hovering over the open containers, suddenly, without explanation, pulled two chop sticks from his right coat pocket, raised the chop stick with perfect form, high into the air as if ready to strike a meaningful chord on a piano in a Mozart tune, then lowered the sticks slowly, deliberately, unfazed by the horror of coffee shop patrons riling in disgust and illness, down into the first container. “No!” yelled an impressionable young woman, “Don’t do it!” But the man did it, he did it routinely, he did it like there was nothing wrong with it, like there was everything right with it. "Sir! an employee yelled to him, with pain and concern in his voice, simultaneously bending over from the pain filling his stomach, “I, I, oh god!” The sticks rose from the container with something on them but what was it…