I’m waiting for Matt at the gate. I pick out a good spot where I can see people coming through the gate and where I’m not standing in front of anyone. I know not to sit in the chairs, because my view will be blocked for sure. So my place along the wall is working well for me. A woman comes and stands along the wall next to me. All is fine.
Not a little bit in front of me. The kind of in front of me where she blocks my entire view of the gate. The kind of in front of me where Matt was past me before he noticed me waving.
I’m sure she was excited to see whoever she was waiting for, but so was I. And I was there first.
(I projectile coughed on her, but the only effect it had was that she put her hair in a pony tail.)