If he were having lunch, he would be reading a book, and taking notes in a notebook. Were this the case, there would also be two people playing Scrabble at a table nearby, and one would have a puzzled expression on his face. Across the restaurant, a waiter would drop a glass of water on the floor, and it would shatter into hundreds of tiny shards. Two of his co-workers would rush to his aid, and a nearby patron would offer some napkins to help clean the mess.
Should all this come to pass, then two hours later, he would be standing in the rain with some friends, discussing the merits of a statue that would be there, one that would be well-known in Seattle. A bicyclist would ride by, and if he did, he would do so weaving in and out of traffic randomly. Then, maybe, something new would happen.