There were two men sitting opposite me.  The one on the left, with the shisha, smiled and waved a greeting.  I smiled timidly - didn't know him.

Meanwhile the kids were almost wrestling with the goat.  I was told it was trying to run away.

All of a sudden shisha man got up, moved towards the front of the cafe, whipped off his galabaya (dress), and it appeared he was wearing boxers!  He put on another galabaya, held up a knife, and went to the entrance.  OMG, he was the butcher.  Yes, right then and there that poor little goat was being prepared for its net life in a pot.  No wonder he was trying so desperately to run away - smart fellow.