To day I was in town and having a midday meal at a venue.
When finished we got up to leave, and I started to thread my way (on crutches) between the tables toward the exit.
As I approached one table where people were seated,,, this guy looked at me and pushed back away from his table,,,, then stood up and walked off inside
to either make a further order or maybe go to the toilet.
Fair enough,,,,,,,,,, but the rude prick just left his chair blocking the aisle.
I was tempted to insert one crutch under the edge of his chair and flick it up and into his back.
Only reason I didn't was because there were other patrons seated ahead that may have worn the chair instead.
I do not fear death itself... Only its inopportune timing!
I've come to realize that,,,,, the two most loving, loyal, and trustworthy females in my entire life were both canines.