Okay, so I’m not a big fan of people. They consistently prove irritating to me. But I’ve held my tongue here. No longer.
Today I’m waiting near my gate at DFW Airport. When I approach the seating area I set my suitcase at the end of a row of five empty seats and place my briefcase in the first seat. I get restless sitting for a long time, and I know I soon to be confined to my seat for nearly four hours, so I’m standing at the end of the row of seats next to my suitcase reading. A young woman approaches and, among all the available seats including the four next to my seat, she selects the chair right next to mine. Right there. No empty seat in between. No buffer. Nothing.
