“Do you see that guy over there?”

“Which one?”

“Grey sweatshirt, corner table.”

“Yeah.  What about him?”

“I think he’s making the other customers nervous.  He’s just sitting there, staring.”

“He doesn’t seem to be bothering anyone.”

“I don’t know.  People keep looking at him and acting funny.”

“You’re imagining things.”

“No, I’m not.  I think we should ask him to leave.”

“You know what I think?  I think he makes you nervous.”

“That’s ridiculous.  Why would he make me nervous?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Look.  That woman is leaving.”

“Maybe she’s just leaving.”

“Ask her.”

“Fine.  Excuse me, ma’am.  Is something wrong?”

“It’s that man.  He’s constantly muttering, and it’s distracting.”

“I’m very sorry.”

“See?  I told you.”

“Okay, you’re right.  What do you want me to do about it?”

“Go ask him to leave.”

“Ugh.  Alright.  Sir, will you please leave?  I’m afraid you are disturbing the other customers.”  The man said nothing.  “Sir?”  Still nothing, but the man was muttering.  He leaned in closer to try to make out the words.

“5…4…3…2…”