It's A Magic Cafe

I went back to the same restaurant that I ate at last week--you know with the really nice wet lady. It must have some sort of nice dust in the air because another amazing even happened.

The place has wi-fi, so I brought my lap top and review books. I stayed quite awhile this time. Mid-afternoon, a man came in and went from table to table to ask if someone owned a certain type of car. He explained that his wife lightly scraped the bumper while pulling out. No one in my vicinity claimed the car.

He then went to the next building. A few minutes later he emerged with someone, who looked at their bumper and from body language and a wave of the hand dismissed the stranger and whatever he said his wife had done to the bumper.

The woman next to me look up suddenly and said, "Hey my car was in that vicinity, I wonder if that wrecker (insert some raw language here) did something to my car. She got up and went to look. First of all, the car in question was two spots over and on the wrong side of the scraped bumper--so unless the driver was doing wheelies, she couldn't have hit the other car. The woman went out and checked and then came back in saying that nothing had happened to her car. She grumbled that it would have just been her luck if she got hit and that people like that shouldn't be allowed on the road.

I think some of the nice dust missed her and that people like her shouldn't be allowed to speak or have opinions.