"Don't tell your mother."
The son looks up at his father "Dad? What's 'Mutiny'?"
Dad "Use it in a sentence?"
son "the crew of the ship had a mutiny."
dad "It's when the men on a ship don't like their captain and they throw him overboard or put him in the gallows."
son "Does it have something to do with a small boat?"
dad "well, yeah, if the crew liked the captain or they're nice, they'll put him on a small boat and send him off. If they're smart then they'll put him in the brig because a ships crew doesn't always know how to work the ship. So they might need him later."
At this point in the conversation I hear a bang and look out the window to see one of the Starbucks umbrellas has been blown across the patio and has rolled over two cars. A young white man looks over his shoulder but stays seated. An older white man looks on as the umbrella is blown into another parked car. Three Indian business men jump up and wrestle the umbrella off of the cars. I watch the other patrons glancing around and I go up to the counter. "Excuse me, but I think you've lost an umbrella."
Barrista "oh crap, SARAH!"
The small blond woman in her starbucks apron runs outside and takes over for the Indian business men. She gets the umbrella down and they converse around the first tan car. After a bit, the men get into the car and drive off. After a moment I hear her behind me, talking to the father and son.
"Excuse me, sir? but is that your white car out front? I'm sorry, but we may have had a bit of an accident."
Dad "Oh no, that's my wifes car!"
The man jumps up and follows the starbucks manager out to inspect the damage. His son runs after them. I see them rubbing at the hood of the shiny car. Some time later they settle back at their table and I hear the father say to his son.
"It's nothing major, but don't tell your mother. We don't want her to get upset."