We were eating at a restaurant that was right next to the waters of the Gulf of Mexico in Florida a few years back. They had not yet perfected the system for checking in with a hostess, and we ended up with a group of three people hovering next to our table while we finished our meal!
My husband, normally a very courteous sort, finally was pushed to his limits. He pushed back his chair, asked the woman standing at his elbow if she’d like to finish his coffee, and we left the vultures to pick at our leftovers. (I’m sure they didn’t actually do that, but I thought it gave this story a dramatic finish.The rest of the story is 100% true.)