Okay, so. Wednesday was TWH’s work Christmas gathering. We all met at a local restaurant where we were led to the banquet room (do they still call them that??) in the back and chose our seats. TWH sat us in the middle of the looonnnggg table so we’d be able to interact with pretty much everyone. There were about four or five chairs to my right and they were filled with one on-time couple and one late-arrival couple.
After I finished my rather large drink and several glasses of water, I excused myself to the restroom. While I was in there, the Husband of the late-arrival couple thought it would be funny to have everyone move down a chair. Effectively forcing myself & TWH to move down to the very end of the table and allowing them to move into a more sociable table position. He was boasting about his brilliance and telling TWH to go ahead & gather our things because “We’re not moving. Ginger’s gonna have to sit at the end of the table. If you wanna sit by her, you’re gonna have to move too.” TWH calmly stated “Yeah, we’ll see” and stayed where he was.
When I returned from the restroom, I noticed something was up, but wasn’t sure what until I got around to my side of the table and realized my seat was GONE. I leaned on the back of my chair staring daggers at the head of the poor developer who’d been forced to take my seat while I considered the best way to go about getting my chair back.
I was damned skippy getting my chair back.
I finally decided to employ the biggest weapon in my arsenal. The MDGOD (Mommy Death Glare of Doom) then I very loudly and calmly announced to everyone on my right. “I know where I WAS sitting and I intend to sit there again. I can either sit IN my chair or you (poor developer guy) and I are going to get to know one another VERY well because I will sit IN my chair ON you and if that doesn’t make you uncomfortable enough, consider this, I intend to be FACING YOU when I do it.”
I got my chair back. TWH sat in silent triumph.
The moral of this story: Don’t EV-ER try to steal the Queens throne bitches. I will NOT end well… for YOU, that is.