Mine! Mine!

There's a weird guy in my copyrights class. Everytime I go, it's like a competition to get this seat. If I get there first, I sit in it. If he's there first, he's inevitably sitting there. It's not even a great seat. It's way on the end where you can't really see the board. The only reason I sit there is because it's my name on the seating chart there and it's next to my friend.

But I have a feeling it's not as important to me as it is to him. Because here's the real puzzler. If I'm sitting in THAT seat, he doesn't sit in ANY seat! Even though there's plenty of room elsewhere! He just sits in the aisle, typing into his lap.

I wonder what that's about ...