There was a public transport strike.. opowiadanie

There was a public transport strike, so we all had a day off last Wednesday. Although unfortunately it was a dull, rainy day, so me and my friend decided to go for a hot cup of coffe. We went to the nearest coffe bar due to this terrible weather. It wasn't the nicest one in the neighbourhood, but we had no choice. We were wringing wet, so we just wanted to sit, relax and dry our clothes. At first sigh that place seems to be quite nice, but the staff was not cute. After a while, something started to approach our table with a huge noise. It was a waitress. I just can't describe her in one word. She looked like some kind of big troll with dirty apron, and that smell... Oh my God, something so strange. However, we had to order our coffee. The troll-waitress note our order and left us alone. We had waited over 15 minutes before she deigned to come and gave us our drinks, left a bill on the table and went back to her lair. We drank as fast as we could, and that spooky woman was observing us really precisely. We felt that something is wrong so we tried to escape from that nasty bar. But how? The doors was closed! We started to scream. Our big troll-lady, with smile on her face said something like „Mwahaha, I ate the key”. We were totally shocked. My friend got garlic from her bag and threw it on her. And? She dissapeared in one second! We fainted and woke up two hours later on the underground. That was the last time I stood my foot in that place.