You know… when I said you could share my table, it was unspoken that there were conditions. For instance:
You wouldn’t spread out like you owned the joint. You wouldn’t type so hard that you make the entire table shake. You wouldn’t spend your time making skype calls and talking loudly in another language the whole time. You wouldn’t take smelly hand cream out of your bag and proceed to lube up.
Guess now is as good a time as any to head home.