Layover In Atlanta

I’m waiting for my connecting flight in Atlanta to board for the flight to Charlotte. I’ve apparently caused some consternation. There were no empty seats in the waiting area, so I stood opposite the ticket counter, out in the main hallway. Apparently some travelers thought I was jockeying for good position, because a bunch of them got up and started lining up; a few of them affording me dirty looks like I was a line jumper or something. People are stupid. I have an assigned seat and a carry-on bag. I couldn’t give a damn when I get on the plan. Just as long as I do. Who cares, right? Oh, well. I’ll be in Charlotte soon, and I won’t have to deal with another human soul but Mama on the way back down to Florida.