when you're in the penultimate position at a
picnic table and don't want to turn to the last person because then you'll
be sequestered in conversation with them, because they have no one else to
talk to.
i mean sure, let's get some victuals but don't get in the corner stall.
my neck gets a crick easily so i had to corner-stall.
i wasn't hungry anymore but i got a corner-stalling helping of mac and cheese.