Town Crier in the Coffee Shop
So today I headed to dogpark with Roscoe and we had a great time. He ran around. Ducked under benches. Mixed it up. And made some new friends. Both of us in good moods.
I stopped in the coffee shop on the way back to buy an iced coffay. There was a short line and I looked around the place while I waited. One dude caught my eye who was sitting by himself with a cup of coffee and a danish. Probably about 35 years old or whatever. He was slowly stirring his coffee and looked kinda weird. Like he was gonna barf or something. Mouth half open. Sorta spaced out and his face was too red or whatever.
I kept looking over at him trying to figure out his dilly. Drunk or something? He was just slowly stirring his coffee, not eating his danish, and looking straight ahead. Then it dawned on me what he was spaced out about-- I realized he seemed to be listening to the song that was playing in the shop. It was 'Against All Odds' by Phil Collins. He'd make a frowny wince face at certain lyrics...
How can you just walk away from me,
When all I can do is watch you leave
Cos we've shared the laughter and the pain and even shared the tears
You're the only one who really knew me at all...
His eyes were getting watery! I was like, 'Holy sh-t... No way... Is this dude gonna like... start crying...?!"
So take a look at me now, well there's just an empty
And there's nothing left here to remind me, just the memory of your face
Now take a look at me now, cos there's just an empty space...
I knew it was hitting home for him. At the next lyric he couldn't hold back anymore...
But to wait for you, is all i can do and that's what
i've got to face
Take a good look at me now, cos i'll still be standing here
And you coming back to me is against all odds
It's the chance i've gotta take
He tried to stifle his weep but it didn't work out and he made that snorty noise people make when they try to hold in a sneeze bout can't fully contain it.
Then he put his hand on his forehead like a visor and started quietly sobbing. People in the coffee shop started looking around all uncomfortable. Like... oy... crying guy... oy... For a second I thought about going up and asking him if he was ok--- but I figured that a chick would serve him better in the situation. And then my second thought (although I felt bad for him) was, 'C'mon dude. You gotta pull yourself together....'