There was a couple in the food court who were so much in love that they couldn’t keep their hands off of one another.
Well, the boy couldn’t keep his hands off of her, anyway.
He kept reaching for her tracky-dacked derriere, and she kept politely taking his meaty mitt in her delicate, piano-player fingers and holding him at bay.
But when it came time to sit down and drink their slushies, she simply couldn’t bear to sit in the comfychair opposite him; she just had to sit in his lap instead.
When she leant her head down into his lap and took a suck on his slushie, everyone in the food court seemed to feel that she was probably taking togetherness a little too far.
And at least one person seemed to feel that she was not taking it far enough.