The Old Man in the Food Court

20 Oct

While waiting for Luc to get his hockey skate fixed, I ate dinner in the mall food court. Next to me sat a young girl, about 20 years old, and next to her sat an old man, about 80 years old. The two were carrying on what seemed to be a pleasant conversation, but just as I began to eavesdrop, it got very sad.

Girl: Yeah, I end up eating here all the time because of work.

Man: Oh, do you?

Girl: Yeah, but I don’t mind it. I like meeting new people here, actually. Why are you having dinner here?

Man: Well … the thing is. Ahhh. My wife. My wife died in 2008 and, I just, I can get through breakfast and that’s fine. And lunch, lunch is okay too. But I just can’t bring myself to eat dinner at home, alone, without her. So every night I come to the food court for dinner so I don’t have to be alone.

Heartbreak. Total and utter heartbreak.

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