Five people came through the restaurant door and started into the bar area. The woman in the lead was pointing at a booth in the corner of the area. Just because their attitude annoyed me, I stepped in front of them.
“Hello! How are you tonight?” I stepped up to foot of the stairs before they reached them and casually put one hand on my hip, which meant they couldn't get by me without encroaching on my personal space.
“Good.” Someone answered, but none of them made eye contact with me as they continued to crowd forward.
“How many tonight?” I politely gave an inch or two, mostly because I didn't want anyone stumbling off the stairs onto me.
“Oh, maybe five, maybe a whole bunch.”
“Okay,” I said. “Should we set up a large table or--”
“We're just going to sit there.” One bossy bitch burst past me and sat down at a high round table (that seats four people comfortably).
I gave up at that point. You would think that when a restaurant employee stands in front of you, physically blocking your path and questioning you, it might be a signal that this is not a seat yourself joint. Oh wait,I forgot you own the place because one of your group is a bar fly.