I'm the first one in a new restaurant, waiting for my friends at the bar.
Like a subway releasing the rush hour crowd, the bar is rushed with people;
Trying to hold two extra seats without pissing someone off is nearly impossible.
I order a drink, and then another––still waiting for my (now extremely late) colleagues to appear.
I look like a crazy mama bear carefully guarding my chair cubs.
Finally one of my friends walks into the bar and takes the seat next to me.
Take that asshole to my left who attempted to convince me to release the seat only moments before:
The bar might be packed now, but I got here first.
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