At our local coffee shop, Loud Guy is as much a fixture as the despicable feet-styled desk lamps.

He annoys the crap out of Beth. I do not particularly have a problem with him. I mean, he seems nice. Other people (at least pretend to) enjoy him. But he is loud. All he ever does is meander around, talking to people, loudly, or singing, loudly.

The thing is, we only see him at night. And only ever at that shop. And he is never studying quietly or anything. Why would he? He is Loud Guy. Naturally, Beth and I have speculated on his story.

A brief, but important, digression: put your forefinger and thumb together in an ‘O’. Once at this shop, I saw a bug of that size skitter across the floor. I could not find it again.

Beth has decided that Loud Guy’s day form is that bug. Feeding off of the cookie crumbs by day, annoying people by night. Or, you know, vice-versa.

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