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Okay, buddy, I see you're an older country boy and you've got your team jacket on, rocking the baseball cap, worn out jeans, and work boots that only manly men wear, but no one is going to question your masculinity if you move your freakin' chair out of the aisle and sit beside one of the two buddies you're sharing a table with.
Bad enough that you're blocking most of the narrow path between tables -- the only way to get into a certain part of the dining room -- but you refused to move for an old lady with a walker and her cane-using old husband and the waiter working your table and the others around you tripped at least twice (that I saw) over either your extended leg or your chair leg, dropping glasses and dishes both times.
Man up, get some manners, and sit properly at the table, a$$hole!
Bad enough that you're blocking most of the narrow path between tables -- the only way to get into a certain part of the dining room -- but you refused to move for an old lady with a walker and her cane-using old husband and the waiter working your table and the others around you tripped at least twice (that I saw) over either your extended leg or your chair leg, dropping glasses and dishes both times.
Man up, get some manners, and sit properly at the table, a$$hole!
This is where I would probably forget my manners and tell him to remember his. I cant stand that crap. Someone would wind up putting me on here as the mouthy chick wearing a baseball cap, worn out jeans, and work boots yelling at the doofus who keeps tripping people.
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