A well-dressed, mid­dle-aged woman is be­ing kicked out of a restau­rant for invit­ing her­self to sit at sev­er­al oth­er cus­tomers’ ta­bles.

Wait­er: Come on, you have to leave.
Woman: Ba­by, there is ba­si­cal­ly an au­ra about me. Would you care to ven­ture through it?

–Restau­rant, W 4th St