It was hot and humid today, so I stopped at a Dunkin' Donuts for iced coffee and a breakfast sandwich on my way to a supermarket for my Sunday grocery shopping. The store was moderately crowded. This wasn't anything new but a certain group of people were particularly loud. I wasn't bothered by them—they were just a group of old people having a good time. I walked to the counter and ordered my food and drink.
If there's a time I appreciate English isn't my first language, it would be now, because I could easily block what they were saying out and mind my own business. After I was done with my sandwich, I took my drink and walked out of the store. At that time, two patrons who just left the store were resting on a bench right outside the store. By the look of them, they were father and son.
When I walked past them, I heard the son saying something but I didn't catch it. Then the father replied, and I heard him saying “It just went on and on and on.” I figured they were complaining about the group of old people in the store.
So, I got into my car and was ready to drive away. On my way out, I saw people coming out of the store, and one of them was J.R. Suddenly, it brought clarity to what I had witnessed when I was in the store. J.R., our local anti-illegal immigrant activist, if not extremist, as well as his cohorts, was in the store. He is quite a controversial character in our town because he has his own cable TV program aiming at illegal immigrants and has long been targeting a certain racial group in our town. Let me just say he isn't popular among certain people.
I could imagine what the pair of father and son had just overheard when they were in the store....
