It was a hot summer night, you were sat at a Jazz bar. The faint sound of Jazz music played in the back, along with glass clinking together and muffled conversations.

You sat on your own, just taking company with yourself. That was until you felt someone sit right next to you…

The man glanced down at you for a second, then looked away. “If you got a problem with me sitting here, you can move.”

How rude.