I took another sip of tea, found it a little bitter and added two more sugar packets.

He tore open two sugar packets and stirred them in.

I kept silent, slowly spinning a sugar packet on the table with the tip of my finger.

I pick up a sugar packet and begin to shred it.

He tossed a couple of empty sugar packets into the trash, then looked straight at her.

God slid into the booth and began fussing with the sugar packets.

"Being jerks, everyone filled their pockets with sugar packets," he explained.

I watch her pour four sugar packets into an empty mug.

"And if you don't start talking, I'm going back to arranging the sugar packets."

Sighing, I sat down and started fiddling with the sugar packets.