Eric found himself in a crowded room, sitting at a small table and in a chair that he could barely fit in. He wiggled around in it, trying to find some way, any way at all, to be comfortable in the slightest. However, it was simply impossible. This chair was created just for his suffering. "God dammit!" He said, trying to keep it down for embarrassment reasons.
But that was simple just impossible.
The table was made of a hard and cold metal. It was cheap enough that if he leaned on it in the wrong way it could topple over, and it almost had a few times. Eric let out his anger by kicking the underside of the table. "It there any other seats you have?" Eric asked the attendant "I think if I sit in this too long I think it might imprint into my fucking thigh."
The attendant had a blank expression on her face while Eric was saying his struggles, but soon replied robotically, "We do not have any other type of chair on hand, we are very sorry."
"God you're kidding me!"
The attendant soon left to other matters, but Eric was still unsatisfied. He didn't want to bother the staff, since he knew they were busy, so he just made do with small complaints.