I moved to a recently-vacated booth just to get away from afore-mentioned ass. I got up to stake my claim and he said that he wanted it.
I suddenly mastered the English language and said that I had been waiting for a booth to open up since before he arrived.
He's still simmering. (And coughing)
If it weren't for other people around, I'd be deliberately singing out loud to return the disturbance favor.
I'm enjoying Bette Midler's The Rose.
Imagine how lovely that would sound with my tone-deaf interpretation?