Last night my friend and I went out for a few beers. We sat at the bar and after awhile she suggested we go outside and have a cigarette. The place wasn't packed, but I left my gloves on the bar to mark my place. As we were walking out, these two women sitting at the bar eyed us with a sort of glee. We didn't really pay attention to it at the time, but later, we understood why they expressed that odd emotion. We enjoyed a smoke and came back in to find those women had migrated to our spot. They had moved from their seats at the bar to our seats at the bar. My friend was furious. I was amused. My friend spoke loudly about how we lost our spot as I wandered over to grab my gloves. I came back and my friend decided that when they go outside for a smoke, we will switch back just like nothing happened. It was a plan. We continued drinking, continued our discussion of what would make those seats better than these seats, and waited for our moment. It never came, they finished their drinks and left. I said to my friend that I'll be on my deathbed texting her, no wait, I'll telepathically communicate to her — or however we do things in the future — saying (in an old person's voice) "so many years have passed and we will never know why those women changed seats. It is one of life's great mysteries. gasp. gasp. gasp." And I'm gone.
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