They Forced Me & my Baby Granddaughter Out of the Café and Into the Rain - Then Justice Walked In
The waitress only shook her head and scurried off to the café's door, where I saw a man with a white button-down shirt and a mustache glaring my way.
"Officers, I only came in here to get out of the rain," I said, swallowing and trying to sound sure. "I was going to feed my granddaughter before ordering something. She was crying, but as soon as she gets her bottle, she'll fall right asleep. I swear."
"You mean to tell me the disturbance was just… a baby crying?" the older officer asked, crossing his arms.

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"Yes," I shrugged.
"Really? The manager said you caused a scene and refused to leave when asked," the younger cop added.
I shook my head again. "I didn't cause a scene," I insisted. "I told the waitress that I would order something as soon as the baby settled."

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Just then, the waitress approached with the mustached man in tow. "See, officers? She won't leave, and my other customers are getting angrier."
"Well, not as angry as that baby, who is clearly hungry," the older cop pointed at Amy. Yes, I still hadn't put the bottle to her mouth.
I did then, but she continued fussing. That's when I heard a cheerful, "May I?" and saw the young officer extending his hands. "My sister has three kids. I'm a wizard with babies."

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"Su-sure," I stuttered and handed over Amy. In a second, she was gulping from her bottle and looked peaceful on the cop's arms.
"See? The baby's not crying anymore. 'Disturbance' over," the older officer said sarcastically.
"No, officers. We want all our paying customers to enjoy their time here, but that's hard when people don't follow café culture," Carl shook his head. "This lady should've left when asked, especially because she hasn't ordered anything and probably won't."

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"I planned to," I insisted.
"Sure," he scoffed.
"You know what, bring us three coffees and three slices of apple pie with ice cream. It's cold outside, but ice cream and pie are always good for the soul," the older officer said firmly, then nodded toward his younger partner, who was still cradling Amy, to join him at my table.

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