This guy was a big fan of the 'f' word, Troy was quick to observe. It didn't offend him or anything but it sounded weird after hearing it over and over. Especially in an accent, come to think of it. Oh man, this dude had an accent like Inspector Spacetime! Oh man, Abed would be so jealous if he was here!
"Troy, yeah," he affirmed when the man asked. "It's...hold on," Troy stalled, unlocking the touch screen of his cell phone to check it. Without classes at Greendale to dictate the days of the week for him, Troy found that he lost track a little more often than he probably should. "It's Thursday, May 10," he offered and then, just in case, tacked on, "2012." The man said he was supposed to be in Vegas and Troy's grin melted off. "Oh dude! That totally sucks; Vegas is way better than here, I bet..." he said sympathetically.
It just then occurred to Troy, as the man kept talking, that it sounded like he'd actually just arrived. Troy remembered that lost sort of feeling; he suddenly felt less awestruck by the awesome car accident and more empathetic to the man's situation. "Uh...well..." he stalled, reaching behind his head with the hand holding the cell phone to scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "You're in Lawrence, Kansas...so...pretty lost, man..." he replied apologetically.