Monday, May 28, 2018 4:03 AM

As I wait for the espresso machine at work to do its job, a man reaches past me and takes a paper coffee cup from the stack. Reaching into a bin I hadn't noticed before, he pulls out a roll of tea bags and counts off eight. He puts at least four spoonfuls of sugar in the cup, followed by all the tea bags, and fills it from the boiling water tap. "That's going to be some really strong tea," I say. He glares at me and growls something in Russian. Cowed, I stand quietly until the espresso machine finishes, making its usual dying-Wookiee noise. I take my cup and slink away.