Oh boy. That fella’s never gonna give up his seat by the air conditioner. No siree. He’s finished his sandwich, he’s drunk his water and now he’s well into his book.
He does shake his leg rather continuously. (I wonder what that’s about? And he never trades legs. The tonus on those two legs must be quite wildly different!)
And certainly, you pays your fee for the sandwich-ee and you should get to stay for as long as you like! But –
Wheee! He’s looked at his watch and now he’s departed
and now it is me who gets to hog the A/C.
I sit myself right in front, too, no pretending I’m not interested in this cooling force next to me. No – this is what I’m here for. This cool air. And nothing else.