In the midst of all this drama, the young girls were still circling the mousy-looking truth-speaker, chanting oprahisms:
"Never let anyone say you can't have your dreams!"
"Create the highest, grandest vision possible for your life, because you become what you believe.""
"Never give up your power to another person."
"Do you think this top looks good on me?"
The poor man was withering to the ground, clutching his ears against the onslaught. A stranger in a plain brown was sitting in a nearby booth, munching his ribeye and observing all this. Finally with a gesture of resignation he pushed his plate aside and elbowed his way through the ranting tartlets. He hoisted the man to his feet while watching the furor surrounding the resuscitated bouncer.
"Garn, I hate it when people get their sagas mixed up", he said. "C'mon, mac, let's get some protein in you. Out of the way, kid."
"What-EVER", the teenager whined as the stranger half-led, half-carried the intimidated accountant back to the booth.
"What'll y'have?"
"Um -", stammered the man, "maybe an iced decaf soy latte?"
The waitress looked at the stranger, mystified. He just growled and said, "Double black jake - he'll drink it." As the waitress walked off, the stranger fixed the accountant with a burning gaze...