The guys tell me they are ready to eat. I send them inside to order their food.

Me, I’m chllin on the concrete bench enjoying (what else) a red stripe. Listening to a mixture of R&B and Reggae I am definitely in my zone and not even thinking of leaving anytime soon.

They return a few minutes later. “Did you see something you wanted?”

“Yes. Cheeseburgers.”
“Okay. How much?”
“We didn’t order them.”
“Why not???”
“Because when we went in, the man started screaming at us telling us to get out.”
“He did what!!??”
“He cussed us and told us to get out of the shop.”

Oh MAN now I gotta disconnect from my peaceful moment and go play the infuriated aunt role.