text: so i am trying to make my way to our table, carrying 7 cups of ice water and one beer and there is a large man with his back to me, talking and waving his arms. \n\ni get the feeling he has run into an old friend, who by the looks of it is slightly less excited to see large man, perhaps has even been avoiding him? who knows. \n\nso i, the experienced crowd navigator (honed by years of crowded parties, bars, and working in retail) say, \"excuse me--\" he doesn't notice me, flailing arms, exclaiming at his friend. \"excuse me, sir-- i just want to squeeze by you,\" normally i try a light touch on the shoulder, but as i said, my hands were full of water cups.  i start to get frustrated (was my hot dog getting cold waiting at the table?) \n\ni squeeze by, spilling some beer in the process.  after making it to the table and biting into those greasy perfect french fries, i see my sister (aka the tightest girl ever) in the same predicament, blocked by large man.  she, who won't let anything get between her and her lunch, says \"excuse me!\" once, and he finally turns, looks at her and turns back around, ignoring her and still blocking her way.  she is only holding a pile of napkins, so she pushes past him saying, \"you are an inconsiderate asshole! asshole!!\"  he may not have noticed (he was still talking hella loud to his \"friend\"), but another woman did and gave her a dirty look.  not missing a beat, my sister looks at her says: \"tourrets!!\" and moves quickly over to our table.  (get that, girl.)\n\ni think that for lunch on the day after thanksgiving, panera's would have been a better choice (small side salad anyone?) but the dirty O is pretty f*n good. you just have to be ready...