I was in line at Subway the other night, about to pay for my “usual” meal, when an elderly black (or African-American for those of you in the politically correct world) man came stomping into the restaurant. He had several large bags and I noticed they were filled with bottles of alcohol.

The man butted into line and ordered a coffee. It was time to pay for my meal and I was hungry! But alas, I had to wait for this guy to find his loose change to pay for the coffee. He finally pays and proceeds to sit down. I sat down behind him, sure to get a glimpse into his life.

This particular Subway restaurant tends to hire somewhat disorganized staff and my table had a small plastic cup, surely left there for hours. I moved it over which caught the attention of the alcohol guy. He then went to the cash and requested a small cup while pointing to the one on the table. He brought his cup to his table and looked around in a way that rivals Morgan Freeman’s Shawshank Redemption scene when he is looking around to see if anyone is watching him open the box that was left for him under the tree.

The alcohol guy then proceeds to pour his Grand Marnier Triple Orange Liqueur into the cup. He took a swig and then poured it into his coffee. I sat there watching this take place and was almost Shawshank-Redemption-Morgan-Freemaning myself as I wanted to see if anyone else had noticed this unusual consumption.

A few minutes went by and I got up to refill my cup of diet coke. Alcohol guy noticed that I was getting seconds for FREE and was intrigued. The machine did not offer coffee so he asked at the cash if he could get a refill. He was told “no” and so he complained that it was “cold” and deserved a second one. He got it, sat down, and added more alcohol into the cup. I watched in amusement, finished my meal, and left.