Sick...

I have been spending a significant amount of time at particular breakfast/lunch/cafe restaurant during my recent retirement decision (Let's call the place Banera. I have changed the name to protect the innocent). I enjoy the atmosphere at Banera and the food is excellent. The manager is there every day and he is always friendly enough to say hi and make sure that everyone is happy. The normal routine is to find a spot, place my man purse down, and then go order my bagel. Naturally, I get the same thing every time, Banera's legendary Cinnamon Crunch Bagel with raspberry cream cheese and a coffee. The cashier usually hands me the pastel-colored mug while he or she gets the bagel sliced and toasted. Then, I take my mug, head to the coffee bar and load up on the hazelnut flavored coffee. I usually grab a sugar packet and toss it in the trash. Everything was going as planned, it was a ultimately normal trip until I threw the sugar packet away. When I threw the packet away, I saw something small and white on the counter next to the trash. I took a second look and realized it was a tooth. A tooth. A small, semi-bloody molar just resting there on the counter. I didn't look long to prevent from becoming ill. I will still head to Banera in the future, but I hope to avoid any future run-ins with some kid's tooth.