Continued...  I began thinking, while in the lobby and nobody noticing I was there, how rude those people were who told me the seats were taken. They were family members of my sister's husband. I'm sure a few of them knew I was the sister of Chuck's second wife. Yet they booted me away rather than get to know the sister of Chuck's new wife. To this day I regret not just plopping my can down and eating, telling them, "There's no reserved seating. I'm staying put. Who were you saving this seat for, the King of England?" After a few minutes in the lobby I found a stray chair and pulled it up to the the filled table, announcing, "I'm taking the bull by the horns." The people at the end of this table were my parents and brother. My brother then gave me his seat and went to my sister and her kids' table and sat ... even though five minutes earlier, my sister booted me away from that table. Moral of story: Family sometimes sucks. Take what seats you can get for your meal.