LE CAFÉ SANGLANT DE PORTE
I go to the restaurant.
The place looks like a house kinda.
The front door is heavy, kinda like wood.
I ask for a table for one.
I hear someone say that it is wood, the front door, so it is.
I go to my table.
The atmosphere is sublime but kinda wierd and quiet.
I ask where the bathroom is.
The waiter tells me where the bathroom is.
He calls me ma'am, which is very polite and good.
I go to the bathroom and the door is wood (like the front).
I come back to the table (and yes I washed my hands).
I looked at the menu but it was all wierd words.
I snuck out and took some mints, like 11 or something.
They were the kind that are in a bowl with a spoon.
I just used my hands on account of I was in a hurry.
The mints were kinda powdery and I bit my tongue.
It was better when I put more in my mouth at once.
On the way home, I kinda got in a car accident on account of I was counting how many mints I had left and I had 4 and I kinda bent the front of the car and now it makes this "wheeeeeeeeeeeee" kinda noise when it drives.
And that was the restaurant (which I spelt right two times).
The End
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