Will that be Black or Leave Room for Cream

Back when I was a free man wondering the world or rather a free man living in the world I met a fellow in a locale coffee shop. I never really knew his name, it may have been Steve but in case it wasn't I'll refer to him as Arabica Robusta or A R for short.
Now A R was a cheerful sort, the kinda guy that you wouldn't get twisted out of shape about if he were dating your sister. A R had one problem though----- he was M T C (multi tasking compulsive). I didn't notice right away but the light slowly dawned. I observed that A R could set a customers cup to filling, transact payment and if it were a Large coffee dash out and wipe a table and return in time to turn off the coffee dispensing spigot. It really was a phenomena I have yet to see equaled.
Accidents happen, and as I understand it A R was riding the crest of one of his multi tasking sessions when he was confused, no not confused I don't think he was ever confused but more like a super tuned engine whose timing chain slipped but one cog bringing about a collision between an exhaust valve and the top of a high compression piston--thats the best analogy I can draw. From what I am told A R was grinding coffee, washing china cups and God knows what else he was doing and he plunged his hand into the open grinder like it were a sink of coffee cups!
Some say it's a miracle, I attribute it to A R's compulsiveness plain and simple but after just one and a half weeks recovery time and with one club hand A R is accomplishing what he could before the sorry accident incident.