Byop for this one. Beware of muggles!
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Vienna was quiet that night, the streets glowing under soft pools of lamplight. We found a little table, cracked open the sushi, and let the night unfold one roll at a time — until it happened.
One bold bite. One sneaky shrimp tail. One suspicious crunch that stopped everything. After a good laugh and a promise to chew slower next time, we set off on foot toward Dollar Tree before it closed.
That’s when we heard it — a frantic rustling from a nearby trashcan. We peeked inside and locked eyes with a very disgruntled raccoon who had apparently underestimated both physics and plastic liners. With one careful lift of the lid, our masked little friend launched out like a rocket, froze in the streetlight, stared straight into my soul… and then bolted into the night without so much as a thank-you.
After all that, the Dollar Tree run became a victory lap — a night of sushi, shrimp tails, unexpected wildlife rescues, and tiny treasures left behind for fellow night owls who wander Vienna after dark.