I work as a cameraman in a local tv. My father happens to be the director. I only do this job cause I like the money, and I know that I know what I'm doing.
I only do city council broadcasts, mainly. The space in which we have to work is pretty small, and it's in common with what's reserved for the public. Usually few people show up to watch the council, so we have our space in which we can move freely and one or two chairs to put our bags and jackets.
Tonight was different. There were 83 points on the agenda (I kid you not). There obviously was not enough time to discuss them all (meeting was adjourned to monday, after 3 hours of hell), even accounting for the fact that we had to start 2 and a half hours earlier than usual.
So, we were pretty busy. The place was packed with people come to watch the council.
Now, as I understand it, common courtesy dictates that, if one desires to sit in a seat already occupied by other people's belongings, the least he could do is ask whomever it may concern.
Here comes this married couple, probably aided by the confusion around, sits right in the chairs where we had put our bag, my denim jacket and my scarf. They didn't move the objects, mind you, nor did they sit on top of them, they simply sat on the space not occupied by our belongings.
My father turns around, notices what's happened. He was already pissed off, because of other people crowding him earlier, but makes a polite remark about it. As for myself, I can't believe what happened, and speak to the lady, who tries to excuse herself by saying she didn't move our stuff, and whatnot. I ask her to give me my jacket, she just moves it to the next seat. Her husband gets up, trying to defend this utterly impolite behaviour (IMHO).
Well, I don't remember the exact words we used, up until this point: they get up to change seats, and the guy says, sounding disgusted:
Him - I guess chivalry is truly dead.
............... I simply could not contain myself. I just had to blurt out:
Me - Blow it out your ASS, if you don't mind.