When I returned to my table from the cafe bathroom, a sausage-monger had stolen my seat.
“Oh, sorry!” said the British chap, “Were you sitting here?”
But the table was big, so we both could stay. Even when the gentleman’s two British friends arrived five minutes later, it was a comfortable fit.
“You’re kidding, right?” I said, when the man introduced himself as Dave and explained he created sausage for money.
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