I sat at a table with an old foid.
She finished her meal, got up and left.
One by one, Coworkers grabbed each one of the remaining chairs and moved those to other tables, so I was left alone at this table with no other chairs for the remainder of the lunch hour while my coworkers were all rubbing against each other at every other table with too many chairs and too little space.
It's only 5 tables with 6 chairs each. But they'd rather cram 7, 8 or 9 chairs at another table and eat with their arms confined than share an empty spacious table with me.
This is what happens when you're ugly and autistic.
She finished her meal, got up and left.
One by one, Coworkers grabbed each one of the remaining chairs and moved those to other tables, so I was left alone at this table with no other chairs for the remainder of the lunch hour while my coworkers were all rubbing against each other at every other table with too many chairs and too little space.
It's only 5 tables with 6 chairs each. But they'd rather cram 7, 8 or 9 chairs at another table and eat with their arms confined than share an empty spacious table with me.
This is what happens when you're ugly and autistic.
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