So, there I was, folks, in this hipster paradise, chewing on the most life-changing toastie you could imagine. It was so good, it could solve world peace. But, oh boy, did this place come with a side of drama.

The Manager, a dude who probably thought he was the king of the kaleidoscopic café, gets into a heated argument with the Waitress. And when I say heated, I mean they were practically doing the tango over the counter. I was just trying to enjoy my toastie, you know?

The Manager, not content with just one show-stopping performance, decides to throw in the race card. Yeah, you heard that right. The guy pulls the race card out of his pocket like it's a get-out-of-jail-free card. Classic move.

Then, out of the woodwork comes this [white] colleague, who decides to try and bring some sanity to the situation. The Manager, feeling the pressure, drops this bomb: "Just because you're white, you can't tell me what to do. You're not the manager."

I kid you not, even his BLACK colleagues are giving him the side-eye, like, "Dude, what's the color of your skin got to do with anything?" It was like watching a soap opera, but with worse dialogue.

So there he is, the Manager, chest puffed out, strutting around like a peacock with a superiority complex. I'm pretty sure he thinks he's the alpha male of the coffee jungle.

And that, my friends, is how I inadvertently stumbled into a live performance of "The Patriarchy Chronicles: Café Edition." Complete with a soundtrack of passive-aggressive background music. Bravo!

As I walked out, toastie conquered and drama unfolding behind me, I couldn't help but think, "Well, that was the most entertaining lunch break I've had in a while." And there you have it, the absurdity of life served on a plate, or in this case, on a hipster-approved piece of artisanal bread. Oh, and there is definitely no "Salvation" at that place. Cheers to the unexpected theatrics of everyday life!