Date of Misfortune

A Date of Misfortune The bus was late it was raining when she alighted… my temper was moody, since it was late the kitchen at the café was closed, but they still had slices of “black forest gateau,” we had that with white wine because the waiter refused to serve red wine with a gateau; she drank the whole bottle and got giggly. Going to my place, we stopped an outdoor kiosk selling hotdogs, I ate two with mustard on, since she disappeared throwing up in the back of the stall. She refused to come home with me I walked her to the bus station where she caught the last one home to her parents.