This morning after having bought my coffee, I went to grab the honey from the self-serve area. Noticing it was missing, I checked above the espresso machine to see if it was there. As it wasn’t, I asked someone for it and they went to get a fresh one. Upon his return, he told me that they were now keeping the honey behind the counter as “people were drinking it.” I wasn’t so much disgusted as I was upset at being told that fact now after months of adding saliva-laden honey to my coffee. Sometimes honesty isn’t the best policy.