B: God, I’m bored.
O: Mmm. Well, on the whole, this isn’t such a bad way to make a living. It’s nice to sit here, staring off into space, waiting for a server who never comes.
B: Speaking of which, I may need a refill. At least, based on what I can see of my cup from the corner of my eye.
A moment of companionable silence follows.
B: Hey. What do you tell people when they ask you what you do?
