Tabling That Argument

(Four of us go to a restaurant. My sister goes to find a seat while we get food. We find her at a weird spot… in the middle of everything with other tables attached.)

Me: “Why did you pick this spot? There are other empty seats everywhere else.”

Sister: “I looked at it; it looked at me… We fell in love. That’s why we are here.”

Me: “…How does a table look at you?”

Sister: “I never said it looked at me. I said, ‘I looked at it; it looked at…’ Damn it.”