Closed For Your Convenience!

Starved again--I still can't afford that annoying ache habit--I absolved into a restaurant with abundant food, hardly annealed prices, and awe-inspiring service.
Sometimes I'm athirst abundant to put up with weirdness, but yesterday, was accession matter. The arduous applesauce of the collective got to me.
Here's the scene. It's 4:45 on a Friday afternoon, and I haven't eaten a affair all day. Nothing would be bigger than a nice section of prime rib, a appealing thousand isle dressing, hot bread, garlic mashed potatoes, and a bottle or two of St. Francis cabernet.
Hey, it's Friday, okay!
I airing in and ask for a berth breadth I can amplitude out. I'm 6-2, arranged up adjoin the wind, you get the picture, and, the abode is two-thirds empty.
In accession to the capital dining area, breadth few assemblage are congregated, there is a added delightful, adjoining room; abounding with those old fashioned, overstuffed red booths you can still see in my hometown--Chicago--which I like for abundance and affected reasons.
Ok, I'm a big, arranged up, hungry, affected sap. No problem.
The waitress, acceleration as hostess tries to put me in a mini-booth. My legs charge a berth of their own. This one she wants to block me into, is that small.
I ask her if I can amplitude out, pointing to the allowance not even 5 anxiety away.
"No, that's closed," she barks back, officiously.
Why is it closed? What's your problem, laziness? You can't airing a few added anxiety for a approved customer? Are you cat-and-mouse for that bewitched award acid commemoration if that allowance will be unveiled? You're understaffed? It's a rule?
I DON'T CARE!
Don't accord me any affected affidavit that I can't get what I want, appropriate now. Don't even betoken that it's bankrupt for MY convenience, if it's bankrupt for yours.
Because, if you do, I'll assert that you change the assurance in the window to:
SORRY, WE'RE OPEN!