DH has a favourite side of the sofa. Actually, it's both of our preferred sides. It's furthest away from the windows (and the cold), has a side table and near the laptop lead.
If I am sitting here and DH comes in he always insists I get up. Says he can't sit on the other side - some bollocks about him being left handed. 
Often he will just stand there until I move, and say that I am petty if I don't.
Tonight I have refused, I've been sat here for hours while he did something else, my laptop is plugged in and I'm not moving it.
He has refused to sit at the other end of the sofa and is lying on the floor in front of my purposefully ignoring me.