Something about a Shuffle

An old man came in for a pasty.
Just one hot pasty.
Without rutabaga this time.
He told me about some person,
who went to some place,
and did some thing.
He said he just got out of church.
and something about a shuffle and the ice.
He was going to watch the football game later.
and then have his pasty for dinner.
He smiled and i smiled back.
Laughing was hard on him
but he still enjoyed it i think.
He said he just needs someone to talk to him every once and a while.
(i know that feeling.)
I told him to have a good day.
I really ment it.
And then he left.

I am scared to be lonely.