A Rainy Night in Dusseldorf

It was a rainy night in Dusseldorf. The old American man sat in the corner of the clean, well-lighted cafe and rubbed a small piece of crumpled paper between his fingers. He had finished his last cup of coffee and left a few coins on the table before him. Helga, the thick-waisted waitress, approached him casually and looked out at the rainy night as she slid the coins into her apron.

Danke! she said. 

Yes, dank, wet. He sighed.

She frowned. Nein, danke! she gestured toward the table.

No, the table's not wet he said, smiling, and ran his hand over the surface.

She shook her head and raised her eyebrows. Bitte, she pointed to the cup.

No no, not bitter at all, thanks. Quite sweet. He smiled. He pointed to the larger table next to him with two sugar bowls. Quite sweet! He winked.

Thinking he wanted to move tables, the waitress shook her head irritatedly, and said nein, das ist fur sechs. 

For...? he paused. Sex?

Ja, sechs!  Sechs menschen!

Sex mention? he held his hands up in defeat.

Ja, sechs... eh "peeple." Sechs people. She stared at him a moment and then shrugged and walked away.

Sex people? He had heard Germans were different but.. He could hear her speaking to someone in the kitchen but couldn't understand their words, until he heard Bat... and some giggles. He peered around the cafe, nervously, looking up into the rafters.

When she returned a moment later she was more relaxed. How is zee foot? she tried.

He looked down at his shoe. Oh um yes, the foot is fine, thank you. What on earth was going on?

Nein. Zee foot! She pointed to the plate in front of him.

Ohhh he laughed. The foot is good. Moment, moment.. he held up one finger and looked in his guide book. Cost lick?. He said.

Ja? Ohhh, ja, köstlich she laughed, emphasizing the vowels. Nein, das schmeckt gut!

Das make good? he tried to understand.

Nein. She grabbed the book and flipped through to a random page. It was a picture of a famous cemetery Ah, gucken...look. She looked at him with her hand on her waist. Grab.
 
What?!

Grab!! she encouraged, smiling, pointing to the picture. Ein grab. 

Okay, he said, but I don't feel right about this. He reached out his hand to squeeze her buttock.

She shrieked and whomped him over the head with her receipt book.

He cried out nein! and tried to protect his head but she was too strong. He stumbled out the door without his jacket, and out into the dark, rainy Dusseldorf night.

Prompt: Write a 500 word story that begins with "it was a rainy night in Dusseldorf."  

And that's what happens when it rains at night in Dusseldorf.