So I'm sitting enjoying a preview of some new music on iTunes when a cheery, clumsy girl walks up to me with a plate, a drink, a laptop bag/trendy purse, and her awkwardness. I'm an awkward person, but this girl made me feel awkward in a bad way. She seemed like the kind of person that would sit at a bus stop with her delicious sandwich and turn to the people next to her and says in lower-octave sluggish voice, "HAY GUIES, want sum of my sangwhich?" (-inside joke with my Whitney).
She decides to sit right next to me, even though there were tons of seats available. But I realized I was in prime surge-protector real estate and she did have a laptop bag/trendy purse. Either way I made "squinty eyes" at her in my mind. She would never know, because she just saw my silent Texas "howdy" nod, that I'm sure was genetically pass down to me from my grandfather.
As she placed her stuff down on the end table, as if squatting in protest, she declared a question that was more of a statement. "You don't mind sharing this table with me."