One fascinating aspect of people’s behaviour in pubs is the extreme difficulty elderly couples seem to have in deciding where to sit. Of course, we’ll all get there eventually (with a bit of luck) but it’s still amusing to watch.
“Where do you you want to sit, Ethel?”
“Oh, I don’t know, anywhere, George.”
“No, not there.”
“How about here by the window?”
“Oh, all right.”
...two minutes later...
“Ooh, there’s a draught here, shall we move over there?”
I recall one occasion in a Cornish pub where I had bagged what was obviously the best-placed table in the room, and an elderly couple came in and tried out each one of the six or seven other vacant tables before settling on one.
Maybe there is something to be said for the restaurant practice of in effect telling customers where to sit and putting the onus on them to refuse.