The Surreal Life

On thursday I ordered a #4 at a Wendy's drive through in NW Miami. As I pulled away from payment window, heading for the pickup window, a person leans out of the latter window and motions for me to stop. I comply, and the person disappears.
She soon reappears with what looks like a steel toilet seat, tied to a white rope. I figure its the bathroom key (NW Miami is a strange place), but I'm amazed at what this girl does next.

She begins to beat the toilet seat thing on the ground immediately outside of the pickup windows. After 5-6 solid blows to the concrete, she hauls the thing back into the pickup window and stows it somewhere.

She motions me forward.

I am completely at a loss as to what she was doing, and I definitely need to find out.

I collect my food, and take the plunge.

Me: "Hi. What were you just doing with that metal... thing."

A sly smile slides across her face.

Her: "That? Oh, you don't need to worry about that..."

I will NOT be out-cooled by anyone.

Me: "Alright. I'm glad to hear that."

Me, 1. Crazy hispanic toiletseat-thrashing lady, 0.

It occurs to me later that her ritual might involve VooDoo or Santeria, in which case I'm going to find out why she does it.

If it's to ward off spirits or something, I'm painting some spirits on my car for next time.

I love living in Miami.