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Storm in a teacup




When I reported for work one morning, I was surprised to see two young Chinese men seated outside my office. The Office Asisstant informed me that the two men insisted on meeting me and did not wish to talk to other Officers. I invited them into my room and asked them the purpose of their visit. They said they are from the same village, friends for a long time and worked for a coffee shop in town for a number of years. That morning they had a misunderstanding over a girl who hails from the same village. Both of them were in the kitchen area of the Coffee shop. One of them was making coffee while the other was spreading butter and jam onto a slice of bread. That misunderstanding escalated  into a fight; when the guy spreading butter on to bread got angry with his friend’s remark, pulled down his shorts and revealed his private parts to the friend. The friend who was making coffee poured the steaming coffee over the exposed friends manhood. The injured man cried out in pain  causing an uproar at the coffeeshop. The employees and some customers rushed to the source of the commotion to see what was going on. 

As a result some of the customers took advantage of the situation  and went away from the shop without paying their dues as the cashier came out to see what the commotion was all about. The employer blamed the two employees for his losses   and dismissed both of them. They sought my help to get back into employment saying the employer is a kind man;  They were both remorseful for their behaviour that morning and assured me they had patched up their differences and if given a chance they would ensure that they would not fight in the shop again during working hours. The employer agreed that they were good workers; and since they had patched up and promised not to fight again he would reinstate them.  

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