Hey!  No I haven’t been waiting long, I just ordered a coke.  Um… is someone else going to be joining us?  No? So I just move over and you slide in right up next to me?  And we both just stare straight forward across the table at those empty chairs?  And I am crammed against this wall like I have a window seat on an airplane? And you need shoulder to shoulder contact throughout this whole meal?  And I have to be conscious of not hitting you with my elbow while I eat my BLT?  And depend on you to hand me the ketchup cause it’s out of my reach?  And surrender my freedom to leave without asking you to get up first?  I’m sorry, can you please scooch out so I can go to the bathroom?  I am going to be sick.