A stylish ghost from decades past said 'Come in for Tea'.
So I did.
I carry a Japanese thermos with me always, but I came in anyway.
Of course I did.
A man came out. He probably grew up here.
Now he is an old man.
I said 'a Cup of tea please'. Then things started to happen.
He delved into plastic-covered shelves, slipped away. He some measuring, some fetching, some assembleing, some searching and finding. I was getting a bit worried, because my parking meter was expiring.
Then I decided that you are meant to experience risk and loss at haunted cafes, so I settled in to do what his cafe is expert in.
Wating for the minutes to tick past. Without interuppting.
A good long stretch of minutes.
The tea came. There were many vessels.
A haunted house tea ceremony.
He sold ice cream, sweets, cigarettes, and tea. Just as promised.
That's how he lives his life.