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Here I am. Sitting alone at the library. A big table all to myself. Well, not for long. In fact, I wasn't alone a minute ago, and I won't be alone in a few more minutes.

I was sitting here, two chairs on my side and one on the other, minding my own business. One of the chairs was pretty obviously unoccupied, but it was right across from me. It hadn't been pushed in from its last user and I was debating on whether or not I wanted to get up to push it in so I could use it as a foot rest. Some girl came over, interrupting my own little debate, and asked if anyone was using that particular chair. Well, not really. So, I bestowed it to her.

She brought the chair over to her table, situated her stuff. It was only then that I realized how ridiculous this was. There she is, at a grand ol' table. Just her and her boyfriend and four chairs. She stole my chair so that she could use it for the enjoyment of her feet--or so I thought.

She never actually put her feet up on that chair. Instead, she sat diagonally from the chair she stole from me. Put her jacket on the chair across from the chair she stole from me and her boyfriend sat on the chair she stole from me. Oddly enough, the chair that she sits across from remains unused. No books. No bags. No feet. No butts. And, with no obvious plans to put any of those things there, either.

Maybe she just couldn't stand to sit at an incomplete table. Well, in her effort to complete her table, she made mine quite incomplete. Sigh.