I just got yelled at by an old lady and it’s all Sal’s fault.
He’s decided to mock me with his ability to comfortably nap anywhere he pleases, so he’s stretched out on the floor a few feet away. I’m sitting in the far-right seat in a section of three chairs, with Sal’s messenger bag in the middle. This old lady shuffles over and asks if anyone is sitting in the two seats I’m not occupying.
I politely tell her that yes, someone is sitting in one of them, but that she’s welcome to sit in the other one. She looks at the seats, looks at me, looks at the seats, looks at me, and snaps, “Yeah, RIGHT!” before storming off.
And the real punchline here? AS I’M WRITING THIS, two guys come up and ask if the middle seat is in use. I tell them it is, point to Sal, and again say that they’re welcome to use the other one.
Instead, one of them sits on the floor, so his friend (I’m thinking his boyfriend, personally) can have the seat. The dude grabs the chair, then leaves over and asks if the other guy can use the chair while Sal sleeps, rather than sitting on the floor.
Of course I said yes — both because they were polite and reasonable (rather than terse and bitchy), and because I’m openly jealous that Sal is getting some sleep right now.
lol…that’s so Sal