A man is sitting in a very large, semi-circular booth speaking to his girlfriend.

Instead of keeping his hands in front of him or to his sides, where there is room enough for condors to spread their wings, he drapes his left arm as far back into the adjoining booth as it can go.

Dangling there, his fingers twitch and scratch, causing considerable distraction to the woman seated mere inches from his dirty digits.

She looks to her friend and says,