Trainspotting
We found a table at the big Wetherspoons in Corn Street.
"You have to get a table number before you can order some food" she said
"I know the routine" I replied.
As we were looking at the two for £6.99 menu the air was cut with -
"WHO THE FUCK'S TAKEN MY CHAIR!" in a scottish accent.
The woman in her sixties at the next table to us started to move the chair back apologetically. Scotsman looked surprized and said he was sorry several times. He may have thought that the group of loud lads on the table behind us had done it.
He returned to the bar and the main talker of the group of lads said
"It was me. What the fuck are you going to do about it." at a volume loud enough to make his friends laugh but not for the scotsman to hear.
The woman came back to her table with another chair rolling he eyes at us and saying
"So rude - I would have responded but I'm too much of a lady."
I made jokes about Trainspotting and avoided the scotsmans eyes for the rest of my meal.