I and 20-30 others all came as a group to a fancy restaurant owned by somebody famous. (We saw John Travolta eating at one of the booths, so we were trying to remember if he was the owner.)
This lighter-skinned black lady, part of our group, with bushy hair that stuck out maybe two feet on either side (but with little height to it), was wandering around, trying to decide where to sit. She seemed extremely antisocial, because every time she got close to interacting with someone, she would look away all funny and move off in a sort of prance. She ended up sitting at the booth next down from mine, with her back to me. Eventually another woman came to join her, but as soon as she sat down, the antisocial lady popped up out of the booth, looking away and prancing around some more.
The dish I got was some sort of Turkish curry chicken dish. Someone down in the far corner had ordered the same thing, but spicier, so I was momentarily confused when the waitress walked past me calling out the name of the dish. Then I got mine.
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