The Illuminated Donkey

Is there anything sadder than when there's a guy at a restaurant who's in the process of being stood up for a date, and he knows he's being stood up but doesn't want to leave because there's still an infinitesimal chance that she's just running late even though it's like over an hour after the time he made sure to confirm and she has his cell number anyway, and because he's feeling self-conscious about the whole thing he orders an extra soda and drinks some of it and puts the glass over by the other seat just so it'll look like his date or friend or whoever just got up to go the bathroom and will be unaloning him any second? You cannot think of anything sadder that doesn't involve tiny sick infants.