Mark and James, both in their early 70s, sit in the same barstools they’ve occupied on football Sundays for thirty plus years. In this bar they talk to no one but each other and the bartender, a lanky fella that knows when one Miller High Life is empty, another should take its place.
Mark: Did it matter?
James: Did what matter?
Mark: What happened there, did it matter?
James: Everything matters.
Mark: Sure, everything matters, in the existential sense, everything matters, but does everything really matter?
James: I guess that’s a question of perspective, isn’t it?