Seating Arrangements

When growing up, we had our seats
Around the dining table.
We knew where everyone belonged –
We didn’t need a label.

Within the car, the rules applied;
The window seat was mine.
The youngest got the middle seat –
He’d dare not try to whine.

As an adult, I’m still the same –
I like the seat I’ve picked;
In classrooms, lunchrooms, or the car –
Usurpers I evict.

Some people just don’t understand.
They think I'm dictatorial,
When really, it’s within my genes
To be quite territorial.

We all have quirks, and one of mine
Is choosing where I sit.
It’s juvenile and just a tad
Obnoxious, I admit.

But since it means a lot to me
Most people seem to yield,
Perhaps enjoying someone else’s
Craziness revealed!