Useless Random Anger

Imagine a group of tables, placed next to each other like the black and white fields of a chessboard. Each table is accompanied by four chairs, so that anyone who would decide to take a seat could choose from any one of those chairs of any one of those tables, to face whatever direction in the world he would fancy. Now, the other day I was having an ordinary solitary lunch, sitting at one of those tables. I was peacefully forking away my cajun chicken tomato potato salad, thinking about only good things, when suddenly, out of nowhere, some dude sat down at the next table. 

And naturally there's nothing wrong with that - sit wherever you want, man -, except that this guy chose to sit exactly opposite of me. Only, like I said, at the next table. So, basically we were each sitting on one end of a long table that had a little gap in the middle. You get the picture. It was a peculiar situation and I didn't like it. All the other sides of his table were free, but this guy desides to sit right in my face. Everytime I looked up from my not-so-delicious-anymore salad, I was practically facing his ugly visage. I don't even remember the last time I felt so genuinely uncomfortable. 

But that's not all. He soon took off his shoes and started killing his bowl of cup noodles. And I don't have anything against cup noodles, I even enjoy a leisurely portion myself every now and then, but the way this fella destroyed his steemy instant pasta was just ridiculous. I once sat next to a guy on an airplane whose eating noises made me take off my headphones and ask him if he was being serious. It was the first snack of an eleven-hour flight and I was thoroughly concerned, rather than pissed-off. But compared to this guy today, the rockstar on the airplane was nothing.

Why didn't I just switch to another chair? Because I was there first. I was already organised. I was arranged. Some people might disagree with me here, but I couldn't find it in the premises of my understanding to move away when clearly that guy was getting out of line. And if that was not enough, after I finished my salad and tried to read in my book ... I don't know, they must have been the two most fucking annoying brats in the world. One of them, the one whose diy t-shirt said Cindy on the back, just kept on and on about how she modified her facebook profile because of this guy who was obviously misunderstood by her and the rest of the street dance community.