A series of surreal events

As I sipped my coffee I looked around the café at the other patrons who were all either chatting about their lives or tapping away on their computers. “Being in a café on a lovely weekday afternoon is a great way to spend the day, don’t you agree, dear reader?”, I thought to myself, breaking the fourth wall. It was at this point that the manager of the café burst into the room, screaming: “Who broke my wall? The audience is completely exposed. It’s going to cost a fortune to repair that”. I decided then, that it was all getting a little too meta for me and headed for the door, not before waving politely to…