Closing time

It was closing time

The man took the chair, turned it upside down, 

popped it on the table. Cushioned side down. 

He then moves to the chair next to it, 

repeats this step. Upside down. 

This one had a fluffy cushion which he placed 

on the other side of where it had been sat all day. 

Onto the table. Upside down. Distracted, 

he walks back into the cafe.

The man shuffles back but he has moved 

onto another table. There was still 4 seats waiting, 

waiting to be popped on from the previous table.

Forgotten

He was old. 

This man.

Again, he pops on 2 out of 6 of the new table,

 and then clears cups from another table. 

Walks back into the cafe.

My friend is off to be a sailor in forbidden waters. Nothing exotic, just the UK but yea he pissed someone off at some point so he might not be all that welcome. He can always study something else at uni, he concludes. Maybe sound engineering. What did you study? English language. Ah, that explains why you're... Ah, what's the word... I've got a really good word. He swirls his hands. Thinking. What's-ing.

The man has been waltzing around 

flipping random chairs here and there.

Apart from the kid's table 

which he has stacked on a normal, adult (?) table 

with the kids chairs on top. All four legs.

The man had created a piece of art in his closing, and tidying up efforts.

Quirky, old ocd man.