Scene: a new preserves and charcuterie shop in Kensington Market, Toronto. In keeping with the place's friendly vibe, the counter guy tries to engage a customer in conversation. The customer, in his mid 50s, dressed in a natty overcoat, sits on a bench eating the sandwich he's just been served.
COUNTER GUY: Do you have any plans for New Year's?
CUSTOMER: [has a mouthful of sandwich, unable to talk.]
COUNTER GUY: Any special plans?
CUSTOMER: [indicates that he's eating and can't reply]
COUNTER GUY: Anything special you're doing for New Year's?
CUSTOMER: [rising] My wife wants to divorce me, because of my girlfriend.