Just a Short About What Happen Yestersday

I've been off all week. As a treat to myself and... just because i was a little lonely, i decided to check out a new restaurant may be I would introduce the family to. The restaurant was a Cuban/Caribbean joint. I walked in a little awkwardly and a the waitress met. I can be rather transparent and my awkwardness was probably written all over my face. So, I grab a take out menu and took a seat at the bar and tried to be cool. I eyed over the menu not understanding anything on it. Finally, I asked for a recommendation and decisively accepted it. As I'm now very comfortable with my meal and my beer, eating and people watching, a young man walked through the door with a nice hairdo cropped along the sides with sort of a punk rock-ish top. He worn a light blue casual shirt and jeans cut off below the knees- stylish. He reminded me of Skyler on "Heroes". He sat beside me looking a bit uncomfortable and quivering like a man who had just seen death. I did my best to ignore him. He asked for a drink; the waitress at the bar said that she was not the bartender. She announced that she would ask someone to help him. A middle aged gentlemen, very confident, appeared and questioned the young man. "Are you OK sir!" he said in a stern voice. The young man said, now shaking even more violently, "yes sir -- I was robbed last night." The manager looked at him long and hard. He instructed the waitress to check an ID. The young man reached for him wallet and made a show of pulling out a $20. The young man didn't have an ID so said he announced that he would be back with his passport. The manager walked off.
I'm think that the man was strange but may be the owner was a little harsh. The waitress had not asked me from my ID. If given same disrespect, i certainly would not come back.
Now, i was very curious. Would the young man come back? Even though i had finish my lunch, I waited. In less than 10 minutes, the young man walked back through the doors. He sat in the same seat and produced a passport. The waitress examined it carefully and was satisfied.
I couldn't contain myself and ejaculated to the young man "So you we robbed? Where? He said, "i was at a gas station and they beat me!" I look at him and he didn't seem beaten to me. I said, "was it around here?" His answer was vague, probably hinting to me that he had said as much as he wanted to. I left my tab on the table and the nervous younger gentleman to enjoy his drink.
That was curious lunch!