how.andrea.and.i.were.almost.killed.by.the.mob.

It was early saturday morning, and we were enjoying a latte (me) and cappuccino with apple tart (andrea) at mike's pastry before heading over to haymarket. We'd picked out a nice table by the window. I had a perfect view of the street, while andrea had a perfect view of me. As i sat there, a car backed up, and just as i thought "he's going to hit that car," he did just that. In his attempt to double park, he scraped up against the drivers side of a parked car. He straightened out his car, and got out to check on the other one. This guy couldn't have looked more mafia if he'd tried. Thick gold chain, some sort of wife beater with a bright blue unzipped jacket with Italia written across the chest in red white and green. I alerted andrea to the goings on, and as we looked to see what he'd do, he looked directly at us and motioned to the car. Doh! We shook our heads and quickly looked away- no way did we want to get involved with this. The next thing we knew, he was heading into mike's. We diverted our eyes, and tried to look busy, worrying that he wanted to see how much we'd witnessed. We must not have seemed worth it, because he left us alone and went for some coffee instead. Phew! What a narrow escape!