Sibling moment

"Snipe!" I called as I slid into the booth.
"You would take the seat with the better view."
"Better view of what?" I asked, looking around the bar.
"What do you mean 'of what'?" He shot at me, "TV. Olympics?"
Squinting at the screen I said, "TV? I just wanted to face the door but now that you mention it maybe we should change to--" Our waitress stepped in front of my view as she slid the menus in front of us.
"I think we might be switching tables," Paul told her, pointing to a table with a better view while throwing a nod of blame my way.
I tried to offer up an explanation. "I can't see from here" but I was shut out by, "She's old."
"Hey!" my squint turning to a glare in his direction, "I'm not old, I just forgot my glasses."
Menus in hand we wove through tables on the busy floor.
As we settled into our new spot I caught him mumble, "Yes you are," into the laminated fold.
"Whatever, I am not but now I still can't see because of the pole."
"No, you can't see because you're old."
My glare returned but just as I opened my mouth to snap back, the server returned. "All ready to order?"
"No, we're-" he absorbed the look on my face, "-struggling tonight." Laughter jumped out from both sides of the table.
"OK, I'll come back then?" She shrugged and left us. We just kept laughing.