Choices

I had taken some old toys that I thought might suit Tomeu. His parents took several larger things and Tomeu was allowed to choose 2 things from the box of vehicles.
We had lunch in a very bizarre restaurant with a more than grumpy waitress. Some people who arrived asking for a table a little later were greeted with a sentence beginning “ putain . . .” She was amazingly rude to most people and clearly trying to influence choices to get rid of unpleasant old dishes.

We wondered if some sort of candid camera was in progress