What the flaming hell? Paul blinked a few times, pinching himself to make sure they weren't in some alternate universe, pausing in the entranceway to the coffee shop. He was nearly run over by a woman wielding the most dangerous weapon of all - not the glock, not the atomic bomb, not the blowdryer, but the stroller. Ouch!
"Do you just...alright, maybe I'm more inclined to believe that your apartment is haunted," he said hastily, watching as the cheerful Rabbi skipped down the street. Did he just execute the q-tip? Even Paul knew that dance went out in the 90s. "This place is weird, definitely weird. The building is weird. I swear that things disappear and reappear at random. No one even knows who owns it."