How about Frank?

OK, so I live in NYC, and I am blessed enough to have funny experiences nearly on a daily basis here. Some I laugh at immediately... others take a while for the annoyance factor to wear off before they BECOME funny.
Every day I eat lunch with my friend Alison. Today, like most days, we go to Pret for my FAVORITE sandwich, then we walk over to the Starbucks for Alison to get her FAVORITE green tea. While she's in line, my job is to stalk tables until someone gets up so we can sit down to eat. Well - I didn't feel like stalking today, so I found two seats in the front of the store next to a less than clean guy who sat with an empty coffee cup and an old school tape recorder - like the ones they use at the police station when they interrogate you!
Anyway... we sat down and began to discuss all the important things that happened to us the night before... mainly, American Idol. So we were deep into this important topic when the less than clean guy says "how about Frank?"... he wanted our opinion about Frank... the one on Starbucks' muzak system... Frank Sinatra. "Well" I told him, "Frank isn't competing." He didn't care, and still wanted my opinion about Frank... to which I gave in and said he was great. Anyway - we continue talking about our picks for who will leave... blind guy? Hispanic guy? Anoop Dog? Then less than clean guy said "wasn't there a black girl?". I asked what black girl he was referring to... to which he answered "I'm blind, so I don't know what she looks like, but I know she was on the finals of American Idol a while ago..."........................................... Anyway, so we continued talking, and less than clean guy gets on his phone and starts pitching whatever he's selling to a guy named Mike. I know this because less than clean guy used Mike's name at least 14 times over the course of the conversation, which was about two minutes long. This guy was really starting to become annoying, but we powered forward... continuing to eat and chat as we do.
Less than clean guy then asks "Miss... can you do me a favor?" I asked what the favor was... he said "I'm blind, remember.... could you go up to the counter and ask the barista (I said barista, he said clerk or something) for a big trash bag?" I took notice of the trash bag that was stroon on the floor beneath his seat, so I pointed that one out to him, thinking maybe he forgot he already had one, or maybe didn't see it (You know what I mean...). He told me that he spilled is coffee in that one and it's all f*cking wet now... and picked up the bag and let the coffee pour out on the floor. Alison and I just stared blankly at each other... I think the silence clued him in to the fact we weren't really interested in collecting garbage bags for him... he said he'd do it himself... then proceeded to bitch about how f*cking tired he was...
Lunch ended early today.