Spin cycle

Quick drive back from the mall.  Along the route is a garage, more of a storage bin for stuff than a car-park location.  In the entry, two 20-somethings are sitting in the sunlight, in spinning chairs, lightly twisting back and forth.  Better than a dog's existence?  For the moment perhaps.  But they had to get there, have a reason (presumed) for being there and have something (perhaps) to do later.  Dogs don't.