MyPalSal and I had treated ourselves to a girls’ pamper day. In the morning we had spa treatments and then tootled off to Kalk Bay. We trawled the shops, wearing our purchases as we went along; scarves, hats, necklaces, rings …
Feeling glittery and beyond fabulous, we decided to stop for cocktails at a sidewalk café that had low-slung couches with fat, comfy pillows on which to lounge. We were seated by the waiter; I ordered a Margarita and Sal a daiquiri. Oh, we were having a fine time!
And everyone was staring at us! Waiters waved fingers in our direction and entire tables swivelled to look. We became more full of ourselves with each passing minute.
Eventually we decided to move along to our planned lunch and haughtily picked our way to the exit, noses in the air.
As we got to the car I realised I’d left my sunglasses behind and darted back to get them. When I walked to where we had been sitting, I noticed something I hadn’t seen earlier.
We’d been sitting in front of the menu, it was written on the blackboard-painted wall behind our couch.