“Would you actually get up and sit somewhere else?” “Probably not,” he admits. “Then why ask?” “Because we live in a society where manners are expected,” he says, that note of amusement in his voice that drives me up the wall. “Even though it’s obvious that no one’s sitting here, I say is this seat taken and you say no, please sit down, but only one of us managed to do it right. Hi, Lydia.” She’s trying not to laugh at us.
