Seat Man.

January 6, 2006

Every morning it’s the same thing. The crusty old man with the mackinaw hat waddles into the cafe and plunks his fat ass down on the nearest seat. He usually lets out a grunt or a tired moan at the same time. This isn’t extraordinary by any stretch. People waddle into cafes and sit down all the time. What makes Seat Man different is his vehement way of locating and plopping into a seat. The guy is downright aggressive. Not DeNiro aggressive. More like Pesci aggressive. I’ve watched him plunk down at a table that is built for four but was seating only three. He’s some piece of work.

Today, the cafe is full. Not a seat to be had. I’m chowing on my bagel at the counter, waiting for Seat Man to arrive, just to see what he’ll do. Right on time, he waltzes in and scopes the place out. He gets his java and stands there surveying. At this moment I am convinced that everyone else in this place has been watching this guy throw his weight around and a secret meeting was held wherein everyone agreed to block Seat Guy from sitting his globular ass down – just for a day. He’s looking a tad frustrated.

He eyes every patron, looking for signs of leaving. Nobody budges. Usually, when a “normal” person sees that there are no seats to be had in a cafe, he or she will just leave. Well, Seat Man is not exactly normal. Seat Man pulls a little move that, in my books, is about a 10 on the rudeness scale. He stands beside a table and waits for the people sitting there to finish. He doesn’t say anything. He acts all nonchalant. He just stands there, leaning against a railing, giving off that jackass aura. The people at the table ask him if he’s OK. He says he’s just waiting.

“Waiting for what?”

“For your table.”

The people at the table give him looks that are somewhere between anger and bewilderment. They finish their coffees quickly and get up to leave. Seat Man lunges into the newly vacant seats with a passion. He sits there for a few seconds and then suddenly leaps up with a hint of a yelp. He’s craning around trying to look at his ass. It seems that the patient patrons left him a little surprise – some coffee surreptitiously spilled on the seat. He mumbles for a bit and then sits down on another chair, his smug, damp, double-double’d ass busting it out. I let out an audible “ha!” in between gulps of coffee.

Seat Man continues his breakfast, and I drink my coffee comfortably knowing that some good ‘ol fashioned coffee shop justice has been served.

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6 reader comments (closed)



You turned on comments…cool.

I think you’re being to hard on seat man. Sounds like a sweetie.

Jan 06, 2006 • 11:13



I get annoyed with people like that, the kind who are unapologetically rude. They just state their intentions outright like your fat man did and to hell with what you think about them. And what’s weird is that they’re usually effective in accomplishing their goals and, for that, I kind of have to begrudgingly admire them.

Jan 06, 2006 • 17:06



I kind of admire people like that, too. Assertiveness does have it’s advantages.

Jan 06, 2006 • 19:31



Seat man is not a happy dude. Being assertive is one thing – being assertive ONLY to infringe on other people is another.

Jan 07, 2006 • 02:50



Yeah, very true. There’s a fine line between being assertive and being an asshole.

Jan 07, 2006 • 12:38


seat man

Bite me you young whipper snapper! I’ll be waiting next to your table next – brewing a dog-food fart…

[Intelligent and eloquent. -ed.]

Jan 08, 2006 • 17:26

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