It's the end of your evening shift, and the restaurant is closing. Everyone's gone except for an older man who's been sitting there all night, drinking and staring at the wall.

Fifteen minutes past closing, he’s still there.You walk over to him to let him know it's time to leave. He doesn’t respond, almost as if he’s not present. On your third attempt, he finally blinks and looks at you.

"Pardon... did you say something, darling?"