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My Experience At The Cafe Essay

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When I finally got to the cafe I was able to finish bandaging up my cuts on my hands and just sit down for a minute, close my eyes, and just process everything that just happened. I came back to reality and got out my laptop that somehow managed to survive the fall and then got my charger and camera sync cable and connected it to the camera hoping it would turn on. The light would turn on but the screen was just black. I was at least able to sync all the pictures on my laptop, but the camera was no good at the moment. Once I was done downloading the pictures I started my quest to find the perfect ones to start sending out. A nice little old lady came to take my order after a few minutes of being in there. I looked up at her and then looked around me and I can 't believe I just walked in here and didn 't realize how empty his place was I could count only three people in here and they were all at the bar of this place and it looked like a diner than a cafe. It looked more closed if anything. I looked back at her, smiled, and said, “Umm. Just a cup a coffee would be fine I 'll probably get some food later.” “All right dear.” “I actually have a question. The sign says Cafe but this place looks a lot like a diner.” “Oh you are mistaken dear.” She laughed and said, “My name is Cafe. Cafe Puckett. Pleasure to meet you. This is my diner.” she reached out to shake hands and I shook her hand and said, “Oh. Then why doesn 't it just say diner?” I let go of her hand and said,

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