"Hello, we are Those People Who Refuse To Move from the Counter After Ordering."

We are the group of two or three friends chatting nonstop while they stand in line, and we recognize the barista as a mutual acquaintance once we get up to the counter. We share in a fun conversation about the latest gossip in our circle of peers and all things popular culture. Somewhere in the midst of this we finally place our orders, to the relief of those in line behind us.

After we place our orders, however, we stay camped out by the cash register and continue our merry conversation. Completely oblivious to the line stretched out behind us and the open tables where we could sit, we remain stationary, so engrossed in our talk that we don't hear the man behind us imploring us to move on. The person behind us finally makes eye contact with the barista and has to raise his voice to order over our incessant chatter, and he mostly unsuccessfully tries to elbow his way to the counter to pay.

Eventually we receive our beverages, which those in line assume signals our long-awaited departure from the front of the queue. However, we simply remain standing, sipping on our drinks and ignorant of the people weaving around us to place their orders. Hey, this is a comfortable spot, so why should we bother with a table?

It's very nice to meet you.