But they all drive me nuts.
They camp out in the center of the lobby, right near the entrance to the Men’s Room. My section of the office has no bathroom of its own, so I have to walk past these crowded tables every time I need to hit the john. I feel as if they stare hopefully at me whenever I approach, only to have their entrepreneurial hopes dashed as I shuffle by, head down, avoiding eye contact.
Go find a flea market somewhere.