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She backs into the joint with an arm full of books and not a clue where she's going. Presumably, the street outside the college bookstore. No, no--because there aren't any tables and chairs on the sidewalk, yet she's managed to tumble backwards into a table, books and all. She manages to stop herself from asking the universe "what the fuck?" at length in her native tongue, scrambling to her feet only to ask the question with her eyes instead.
Not only was she certain the sidewalk lacked tables, she was also positive that the sidewalk was not a bar.