Ned hadn't been sure it was a yes, until Ginsberg clarifies matters at the end. And that admission makes it easier for him to admit, "My tolerance isn't the best either." As for the danger of him saying more, as he puts it, stupid shit, Ned isn't sure why that is a bad thing. He likes honesty in other people, and this man's candidness is refreshing.

"The shop closes at 9. You're welcome to stay, or... leave and come back, I guess, whatever's easiest." And by now, the patience of the other customers is really wearing thin, and he can feel it. One woman in particular, in cat's-eye glasses, is balefully glaring in his direction from the opposite side of the shop. Before he goes, though, he adds in a rushed sort of way, "Oh and by the way I'm Ned."