The chair

-That's my seat - said the old man.
And I punched him. No reason why. I think his voice annoyed me in some way. I just don't know. Anyway, the mess was already done. When the cops arrived, I just held my arms to them. They took me to the precinct and sat me down in the sheriff's office. When he arrived, he said:
- That's my chair.
And it was a mess all over again.