I ain't mad at ya
I am currently in Virginia, visiting people who I haven't seen in way too long. I meant to put up a short message on Friday morning about my minivacay, but I was running out of time, so I just didn't. Like I said earlier, the airplane was way too expensive, and the bus was out of the question, so that left only the train, which was actually rather reasonably priced. I set out from my house on Friday morning, so excited to be going away. I got to Penn Station 40 minutes before my train was scheduled to leave, only to find out that it was delayed for 20 minutes. That was fine, but when, 30 minutes later, the delay was still at 20 minutes, I was concerned. We finally got out of the train station an hour and a half later, but that's a different story for a different day.When I arrived in Washington DC, I decided that I was hungry, so I got a pretty decent-sized meal. Only minutes later, I realized that I could not finish my food, but I kept trying for a few more minutes. Just when I was about to give up and throw away the remains of my lunch, a man came up to me and asked me for the remained of my lunch. I was rather shocked, since I am used to the guys in New York who would rather ask you for your money than your food. It took me a second to recover, but then I told him that yes, he could have my lunch. Since my food had been the only thing keeping me there, I started to pack up the rest of my belongings so that I could leave. The man I'd given my food to then asked me, "You aren't mad, are you?" I told him that I wasn't, and that I'd been finished with my food anyway. Then he asked me again, "You sure you're not mad? Cause I could give it back." Rather than letting him know that if I hadn't been finished with my food before, I definitely was by this point, I just repeated that I wasn't angry and that he should eat the food if he wanted it. He then decided that I was indeed upset, and returned the food to my table saying, "All you had to say was no," as if I'd been shooting him death glares since handing over my plate. Then, as I had started to do before, I threw away the remains of my plate, and left the eating area. I felt bad for the waste of food, which is something that I really hate to do, but I felt even worse because the food could have been eaten and wasn't.
