At Poor Richard's, Jim's at the bar when who should walk in but Roy, Pam's first fiancé and Jim's would-be assailant. After some awkward greetings, Roy assures Jim that he's not going to hit him or anything. Jim pretends he wasn't worried about it. Even people on Mars aren't fooled.
Kevin tries to auction off his services to do someone's taxes. No takers. "Federal and state!" Kevin adds. Crickets. Finally Kevin spits, "Fine," and throws the microphone down, knocking over the stand as he stomps back to his seat. "I would appreciate it if people would stop storming off the stage," Michael says, in one of those moments that gives a pretty clear picture of how this has been going so far. Even if the tiny red line at the bottom of the cash thermometer weren't already doing that.
Later, while Hank the security guard is onstage, playing some slow two-chord blues on an out-of-tune guitar next to a stack of self-recorded CDs, Dwight's watch alarm goes off. Dwight looks at Andy, who is not getting dumped, but rather enjoying the music. He turns around to look at Angela, who is not dumping anyone. "Me and the blues," Hank croons, in a remarkably apt comment on Dwight's expression right now.