A Local Restaurant

We visited a local restaurant for a coffee and a shisha.  Prancing around the bar in his robe, the owner encourages us to chant with him.  Su-dan, Su-dan, Su-dan.  There is a soccer match on television and we are cheering the home team.  After a goal, the owner grabs a large soup ladle filled with incense and topped with reddened coals.  Proving the theory of centrifugal force, the owner manically swings the ladle running inside and out of the restaurant continuing his incantation.  The owner notices me, sunken in my chair, and perhaps senses my uneasiness of burning coals swinging around the restaurant.  He approaches me, pauses, and with the ladle in front of my face, blows on the coals completely dwarfing the smoke from my shisha.  I am coughing, he is laughing while a trio of minute embers drift from the ladle, extinguishing just before landing on my jacket.