Friendship Rooftop

After catching a flick at the theater downtown, I spent the rest of my Sunday afternoon at a rooftop restaurant atop the Friendship Shopping Center. I'd been shopping there many times before, but I'd never ventured up to the rooftop to check out the eateries, although I'd been told they weren't half bad. I was surprised to find quite a nice restaurant at the top of the stairs, but as I just wanted to sit back, drink a beer and page through a magazine, so I decided to check out the other places up there. To the left was another restaurant and to the right was an covered eating area, which I opted for. Just beyond that was an arcade game center, but I decided to leave that for another rainy day. I found an open table and took it, pulling out the heavy, metal patio chair and sitting down. I noticed that the glass tabletop was cracking in places, but was holding together well enough. Half the table was covered in rain as it was placed a little too close to the edge of the canopy above, but I sat on the dry side of course. I ordered a St. George and read through my magazine, periodically glancing over at the television showing a soccer game, and around the dining area at the patrons. One table looked like a group of siblings, two teenage girls and their younger brother (?), sharing a pizza; the two girls talked while the guy listened to music on a pair of square-shaped headphones. Another table was obviously a double-date, which, judging from the giggling, seemed to be going well. Behind me was a group of adults who looked like they'd been there for a while. Yet another table was two guys, maybe in their early 20s, with their eyes glued to the television set. After a while, I'd finished my magazine and my glass of beer and asked for the check. As I waited for my change, one customer knocked over an orange Fanta and the bottle broke all over the floor. He looked down, either too arrogant or too embarrassed to move, as the waitresses mobilized to clean it up.