Mr. Wu's Taps

I am in Chinatown. I ask Mr. Wu for a coffee with my roll and he tells me that he has no more paper cups, but that I can use his plastic one. I pour some coffee into the cup but the coffee looks strange, almost dirty. I dump the coffee and fill the cup with hot water from the tap to wash it out. But even after that the cup is filled with scum and three dead bugs with little red balls for a body and antennae and clear little wings. I dump that, wash it out again, and pour another cup of coffee. This coffee tastes fine. But when I take the cup to Mr. Wu to ask him about the scum there is a large spider crawling out of the cup. “You know what I do?” he said, then reaches his hand around as though it is my hand and flicks the spider off the rim of my cup. “Ha ha ha,” laughs Mr. Wu. I dump the coffee, and fill it again with hot water. Aphids and shiny worms come out of the tap. I tell Mr. Wu that there is something wrong here, that his tap must be hooked up to an unfiltered water supply. He looks incredulous so I dump the aphids and worms down the drain and pull the hot water tap again. This time, a little red and green frog falls into my cup. “Oh no!” shouts Mr. Wu, taking the cup from me and dumping the frog into the sink. The little frog jumps around, too tiny to get out of the sink, but too big to fit through the drain. We both watch it sadly.