Territorial
Dude is sprawled out in the seat that i want. he’s passed out and snoring with his foot up on the coffee table, book-bag on floor… did he come up here just to snooze in my seat. Not that I have some real claim to it. This is the library, after all, but seriously… the seat he is in is next to the darn electrical outlet… wah! and he’s claimed the coffee table with his big ol’ sneakered foot. harumph!… guess I’ll sit at a cubicle till he’s gone.
In My Seat... okay okay I can sit somewhere else... I hope he doesn't surf blogs...LOL
Ohh, he’s sitting up right now and grabbing a cellphone. oh! He’s looking at it, is it time for him to go to class? Damn, he put it back in his pocket and laid his head back down… Hmm… it’s 12:33pm, maybe he’ll have a 1:00 class and then it’ll be mine, all mine!
