Food court

You feel hungry, so you head to the food court. The food court is packed; long lines snaked in front of every vendor.

You see a young couple get up from a table and quickly grab it as it's the only empty table in the court. You look around. Next to you is a table of three teenaged girls each chatting on a cell phone. You shake you head, "nothing like togetherness," you think sarcasticly. Behind you a young mother feeds her toddler some of her french fries. In front of you, two women in their early twenties wearing white coats pick at salads. They have name tags on and small buttons advertising cosmetics. They obviously work at the cosmetics counter in a department store. You smirk to yourself as you think of the makeover you could give them with time stopped. You scan the rest of the crowd. You see MILFs, teenage boys acting like gansta wannabes, kids, some eldery people, families, etc. "A target rich environment if I ever saw one," you think to yourself.

Suddenly a rude, angry voice comes from behind you, "If you're not going to eat, don't hog that table!"