At the appointed hour I headed out to the front desk of my library. There are two computers, the high one and the low one. I take the one freely available, which is the high one, and I commence Internet browsing, oh! and helping people when it comes up.
Five minutes later my desk partner arrives. They politely ask if I prefer the seat I am at, or if I consider the schedule to designate seats. I do not consider the schedule to designate seats. I don't care what seat I'm at. I go to whatever seat is available.
My co-worker doesn't care what seat they're at either.
Since that's resolved I expound a little:
"I want to say there's no difference, but at the high seat all the people come to you, and at the low seat everyone ignores you and you have to flag people down to get them to you."
My co-worker surprisingly disagrees. "Not for me." She complains. "When I'm at the high computer everyone comes to me, and when I'm at the low computer everyone comes to me."
Then, for the following 55 minutes, I help every single person who comes to the front desk while she looks at her phone.