I had lunch at a foodcourt today, and it was pretty awesome (honey mustard Hamburg steak with corn and beansprouts: awesomnosity cranked up to 11).
It was fairly crowded and so different groups of people were sharing tables as is the norm. A businessman came up about half-way through my meal and stood next to me at my table, looking at the empty seat next to me, to me, to the seat, etc. without saying anything. I said, "yes, it's free," and went back to my plate of deliciousness. He remained standing, this time actively glaring. I had no idea if he wanted anything else, but figured if it bothered him that much then he would verbalise it, so I kept on eating. And if he didn't want anything else, then I privately wished him luck on his suddenly-inspired intense meditational voyage.
"Aren't you going to invite me to sit down?" he eventually growled. Apparently telling him the seat wasn't taken simply was not enough; he needed an active invitation. He wanted me to ask him to sit there, rather than him ask if he could sit. Weird.
I replied, not particularly politely but perfectly truthfully, "no, since it's not my chair to invite you into. I said it's free. It's not mine."
There followed a dramatic eye roll that somehow involved Yoga-esque movements rippling through his entire head, followed by the most reluctant display of sitting I've ever had the good fortune to witness. It was like the reaction one would expect from an emo teenager after you'd asked him to be a brony for a day.
Wherever you are, yoga-businessman, I hope you can someday find peace with Fluttershy. And that's how equestria was made. Amen.