(My friend invites me to a sports day held by his work, mainly because I have a car so I can drive him up. As it is the middle of summer, I pack a small cooler with some drinks for us, and I throw in a package of “freezie pops,” as well. We meet up with some other friends who also work there, and we are sharing the freezie pops between us when a woman walks up, followed by two kids.)
Woman: “Where did you get those?” *pointing at the freezie pops*
Me: “Oh, we actually brought them ourselves, since we figured it would be so hot. Do–”
Woman: *cutting me off* “We’ll take four.”
Me: *pausing, then plastering on a big smile* “Sorry, we only brought enough for us.”
(At that, the woman makes to lunge at the cooler, but I block her path with my body.)
Me: “Ex-cuse you!”
(She huffs, then stomps away as her kids begin whining about not getting freezie pops.)
Me: *opening up the cooler to reveal the dozen or so freezie pops we have left* “So, anyone want seconds?”
(Seriously, I’d been about to offer that woman some, but not with that kind of attitude. It’d be one thing if she asked nicely, but with just that demand, there was no way I was giving her squat.)