My coworker who paid for his food a few minutes before me took a seat at a table right in the middle of the cafeteria as opposed to some corner table not very visible by others who just came through the cashier’s station looking for a table. Since my coworker knows too well that I prefer corner tables to avoid this particular guy because I do not like (to put it mildly) him, who just doesn’t know how to shut up, who doesn’t waste any opportunity to open his mouth (read sees anybody he knows even just remotely to start killing him/her slowly with endless painful gibberish), who also actively looks for such an opportunity every single nanosecond of his daily existence, I gave him a look and said, “uh… what is this?”

He, smiling the I-know-full-well-what-you-mean smile, “what?”

I, frowning the I-know-full-well-you-know-what-I-mean frown, “the table? the visibility? the guy? the one who can’t shut up? the one I hate? with all these empty seats around? et cetera? et cetera?”

He, smiling the you-asked-so-yeah-he-knows-you-are-a-bitch smile, “relax… your presence alone is enough to deter him from sitting anywhere near this area by now.”