Recently remembered one I used to do loads when out in restaurants, before having children ruined my life.
She’s really fussy about which table we sit at so we usually have to move after we’ve been seated and she’s had time to assess how she feels about the location and where would be better. This irks me no end, so as a pre-emptive counter irk I sometimes ask the waiter if we can sit at specific table as we arrive cos that’s where we always sit. Therefore she can’t ask to move without looking like a lunatic.
Shouldn’t have resurrected this one on the first time we’ve been for a nice meal together in about 18 months tbh.
Sometimes I also just sit down at a different table from her or just stand next to the table until she decides where to sit.
I’m definitely the one being irked here aren’t I.