My Crazy Experience at the Indian Coffee House

Today is my birthday. I turned 13 years old. The best part was that I was allowed to have coffee for the first time, so I was going to the famous Indian Coffee House at 6:00 PM . I was so excited to go there! Finally it was 6:00 and time for me to go.

 

When I reached there everyone was chatting like crazy! The waiter came to take my order. I chose a dosa and coffee. It took about one hour for my order to come. When it finally arrived, I was astounded that I got an idli and water. I ran and told the waiter that he got my order all wrong. He said that I told him to get idli and coffee and not to add any spice. Then he left and took someone else's order. I was wondering why he got my order all wrong. I figured that the people around were chatting so much that he must have heard the wrong order. Then I had to wait another hour for my order to come. At last it came and when I hungrily dug in, my tongue almost caught fire! He had added crushed chilli to my coffee and my dosa was too hot! I was shocked. I scolded the waiter. He apologised, saying that he got mixed up with other people's orders. Then I had to wait for another hour. It came but this time again, both the dosa and my coffee were the hottest and spiciest products in the world.

After a few minutes I heard a voice. I thought it was the waiter delivering my correct order at long last, but something shook me with great force. I woke up and realized that I was dreaming in the middle of school! I apologized to the teacher and I started doing my work. The next period was composition. The teacher told us we had to write an imaginary composition. I finished with it in about half an hour. After a few days I got my results of the composition - A+! And if you want me to tell you the story I wrote, well, it was just the dream I told you all about. I was really happy. Even the weirdest things serve some purpose.