at a table: 3 men who heard about it later

"Coffee tastes like shit."
"Always does."
"Yup."
"Heard some kid killed himself at the ariport last night."
"Yeah? How do you kill yourself at an airport?"
"Eat the food?"
"Shut up. No, he jumped off the upper level, right smack in the
middle of a bunch of tourists."
"Is that right?"
"Yeah, broke some guy's arm. Made a hell of a mess, blood
everywhere... Probably be on the news tonight."
"Think he did it on puprose?"
"Don't know. I heard it from this guy who works there, pushes a
mop. Said the kid stood up on the railing and stuck his arms out like
some big old bird. Like he was trying to fly or something."
"I guess he did for a while."
"Shut up. Guy said he was some punk freak: weird clothes, weird
hair. Probably on drugs."
"Yeah. Still, if you're gonna kill yourself, I guess an
airport's a good place to do it. I mean, people coming and going all the
time, taking trips. Be just like getting on a plane and flying to Utah
or something. I don't know."
"What are you, a fucking philosopher?"
"Is Utah heaven or hell?"
"Shut up."
"Coffee tastes like shit."
"Always does."