Annoying Penn Station Guy

Ryan, Brian, Marvin, Dana, and myself headed up to Penn Station the other day for lunch. Five is a terrible number to have because it has to be the smallest Penn Station in the world. The only place five can sit comfortably is at the bar type table with the stools. There were four empty seats and one guy who appeared to have eaten already was still sitting there with his drink. I figured that if we all sat down around this guy he would get the clue and leave. Marvin decides to stand at the end of the table by the guy and I'm thinking ok he's going to leave anytime now. He doesn't budge. Not only does he not leave, he tries butting in on our conversation. Someone asked when the game started and he blurted out 8:30. Then he made some comment about a news brief on TV for a U.S. soldier that died in Iraq. "We lost another one. And that guy wants to send more troops over there. Geez." I wanted to go off on the guy. "Hey hippie, guess what? We're not talking to you. We don't want you chiming in on our conversation. In fact, we don't even want you sitting here. You're making our big friend, Marvin, stand while eating, which is totally unnatural even though the Tower Place mall tries to make it look normal. We thought you would get the idea when we all crowded around you, but no you hang around like a bad fart hoping that someone will talk to you. Not only are we not going to talk to you, but in about two seconds flat I'm gonna rip your ass off of that stool so I can shove my foot in it. And you better believe that if I can't get the job done, my big buddy Marvin over here can." I should have said this, but I just sat there instead. Next time he doesn't stand a chance.