Sometimes I see a small drama unfold and wonder what the dialogue might be. On this day, tired from my walking all over lower Manhattan, I stopped on a shady bench to kill time before a meeting. These two guys were seated for a late (4pm) lunch at the cafe across the street. They were engaged in a conversation that seemed to border on the operatic. Until the waitress appeared...and they calmed down and remained silent. But they picked right up again as soon as she left. What, I wondered, were they arguing about? Should I have gone over and asked? Or walked close by, stopping to "look at my watch" so I could hear? Probably better to imagine.