Not Interested In Being A Decent Human Being

(I’m behind a woman who is being served. I notice something as she takes her food and leaves.)

Me: “Miss. Miss! MISS! You left—”

Customer: *while walking away* “Not interested!”

Me: “But, miss—”

Customer: *while still walking away* “I SAID, I’M NOT INTERESTED!”

Me: “I don’t care. You’ve—”

Customer: *now at the door and finally decides to turn around* “How many times do I have to—”

(She eyes me, then the purse hanging by the strap from my finger. She opens her handbag confused and then blushes furiously.)

Me: “Get it now? Don’t care.”

(I don’t even bother to let to her walk back up to me. I just toss the purse and turn. I don’t even know if she caught it.)

Worker: “You could have just handed it to me and let her find out on her own.”

Me: “That wouldn’t exactly be the nicest thing to do.”

Worker: “Yeah, I guess your way was just as satisfying.”