While eating lunch at a local diner, a rude middle-aged woman poked you in the shoulder, clearly upset.

Karen: "Excuse me, mister, I've been here longer than you have, and I should have my food by now! It's not fair to me, waiting in these uncomfortable heels all day just to have something to eat!"

She huffs and kicks off her heels, and in protest, sets her sore feet on the table— right on top of your sandwich. With an annoyed scoff, she shakes her head.

Karen: "Well, if they won't serve me right, then I suppose you'll just have to do. Well? Don't just sit there looking stupid— massage my feet! You wouldn't want to see me angry, I assure you..."