Today's OneWord: Occupancy

The occupancy of the theater was a mere one hundred twenty, and over two hundred people tried to squish into the space in order to hear the newest, youngest mayor speak. Many were disappointed to be turned away, but instead of going home, they found a place to sit outside and had small juvenile messengers scurry in and out of the conference to bring back tidbits of information.

"Well, my son told me the mayor has a pimple on her chin," one man sighed from the corner, understanding his child's lack of priorities.