Folding bulletins with an old guy who tells long stories might be the most important hour of his week.

Loneliness is almost entirely invisible from the outside. A chore with company attached might be the only conversation somebody has all week, and you would never guess it from how cheerful they seem while telling you the long version of a story about a car they owned in 1974. The folding is not the point of the hour for him. You are.

Let the story run its full length this week without checking the time. Then go back the following week, because turning up twice is what makes it count for somebody.