Me I was in the corner sitting next to the guy ten cups of coffee deep and about half way through the sugar bowl. Granules in a haystack. I had my eyes on the bowl like the sands of time in the hourglass on that old soap opera. This is where the fuzzy Brooklyn logic comes into play. The type of iffy math and half-truths that get passed around in the middle of the day inside hardware stores and old world delis. Things like: "Did you know The Leaning Tower of Pisa was built that way on purpose?" The cat in the white v-neck undershirt and the salt and pepper Motown fro corrected him. For whatever reason, he wasn't going to let that one fly. Maybe because I was in the store and he could tell I was listening with one ear. So the term "soap opera" comes from the melodramatic radio vignettes produced by soap companies moons ago. Underwater organ and all. Not sure why The Leaning Tower of Pisa came up, though It may have been because there was a stack of VHS tapes that were sort of leaning to one side like a game of drunken Jenga. These are the types of things which come into discussion during the middle of the day under the shade of an awning and a warm breeze. I'm surprised all the history revision doesn't drive the deli cats to drink. I don't know about you but I couldn't just sit on that pile of Posts all day while these guys argued passionately about things that simply were not true - on either side of the argument. Then again, these guys squabbled for distance, not accuracy. This was their pastime. These are the guys who ride the bus at 11:30 a.m. on a Wednesday. "Did you hear?!", she said, running in as if on the set of Little House. "Yes, we heard", there was a collective and knowing sigh. People with little patience for those so late to the party in the instant gratificationism digital age. News becomes old news in mere seconds. Don't get caught talking about old news at the dinner table. Relevant is one minute ago. Anything more than that and you're just telling folk stories. I watched her circumnavigate the rind of a pumpkin orange clementine. He used to work for the Borough of Courts. His suits always smelled faintly of Murphy's Oil.