Words were a bad choice.
This really old man started telling me his life story at Starbucks. He was telling me he was currently taking religion classes at CSUB and that he was in the army when he was younger. His wife recently died and now he's casually dating a lady he met in grief counseling. He told me all these things.
You were there for a long time.
Yeah, I was trying to eat my everything bagel, and every time I was about to take a bite it was my turn to speak so I couldn't eat. I was like, "I want this bagel to occupy my mouth, but instead this man is occupying my mouth."