People stared us down; they sat on our faces. They came across our seats when we were having morning coffee. One person tried to shoo us away because they needed the table. No, this was our space! We weren’t going to move even an inch, I told my husband. But people were becoming relentless and crazy. They didn’t move an inch. They wanted space. They wanted our space.
An ego war was upon us. Space was limited. This had nothing to do with it.