The Paradox Factor

The brownish powder falls from the little white pill jar into the steaming coffee. You notice that the coffee container says Starbucks across the side as you stir the hot liquid.

You snap the plastic cover back on top and toss the empty pill bottle into the garbage can beside the toilet. Picking up the yellow manilla envelope and the coffee cup, you walk out of the bathroom and towards the lab. The small white pill bottle seems out of place in the garbage pail, but you decide that it's small enough that it won't matter. You reach for the bathroom door.