Man whispering...
I needed to meet my neighbours for a street party con-flab on the same evening as a choir social so booked a table at the pub at the end of my road from 6:30...Street party meeting 6:30-7:00pm choir social after....Long table booked for 12...
I arrive just before 6:30...neighbours from the street shortly after...we get stuck in...this, tick, that, tick. anything else who will do it? other things, yes I will do it.. streamlined meeting because we have met 4 times already and mostly things are done.
The long table we are at is marked reserved...
A man sits dowe at the end table...4 chairs away from our meeting is taking up because the size of the table reflects the choir arrivees at 7pm... No problem at this point.
We are deep in 'check, has this been done?'. 'look here are the flyers, who is going to door knock and spam the cars' mode and this blokes starts up...
'What's all this about then?'
We all stop talking and look at him.
'Oh a street party, you need to speak to my wife.'
Is she here? Why do we need to speak to her?
'No, but...When we do it it is like x, y, z.'
Okay mate. Thanks for the suggestions.
Yeah but, I am well known around here and our street party is the same day as yours so you need to do x, y, z...'
Thanks mate, most of that is sorted...no problem, enjoy your day, great we are all doing this kind of thing etc
We focus on each other, he repeatedly tries to interrupt again. My neighbours leave as my choir peeps arrive...we fill up the table that we have booked...he continues to sit there at the end of the table forcing people to squeeze around him to gain access to the back of the table...I watch my choir mates look embarrassed as they have to squeeze themselves between a wall and a random guy who is merely squatting our reserved table. He laughs and says it's okay, fine, no problem.
WTF...no it is not fine.
I get out of my seat and move up the table...then separate the table he is on to the rest so that anyone else arriving does not have to squeeze past nor touch this twit to it down at the table...he is incensed by this..
'What are you doing?'
'I have been coming to this pub for 25 years and have never been excluded from anything!'
I point out that my friends should not have to squeeze past him to be able to sit down at the table that we have reserved and he is actually taking space up on. I ask him not to take it personally.
'Well I do..because...'
I didn't hear the reason why...I just lost my rag and told him to 'grow the fuck up.' I moved around to my chair and basically myself and the choir friends talked about what a fucking idiot he was until he moved and started chewing someone's ear off at at the bar.