“Do you need any extra soy sauce with that?”
“No, but chopsticks would be great.”
“Okay…chopsticks…there you go, and your total is $10.52.  Would you like to donate a dollar to Children’s Hospital?
“Fuck no.”
[all the staff behind the counter as well as all customers within earshot turn to glower with alarmed disapproval]
“…”
“Seriously, no. Absolutely not.  If I’d wanted to donate to some goddamn kid’s charity, I would have gone there instead of here, and I would have said, ‘I want to donate to your charity,’ instead of, ‘Can I please have the orange chicken and honey walnut shrimp.”
“It’s okay.”
“Is it?  Is it okay?  Damn right it’s okay.  Why don’t you donate that extra $1.25 you just charged me for the honey walnut shrimp?”
“It’s okay, sir.”
“Quit saying that!  I know it’s fucking okay!  Next time I’m going to Chipotle.  I don’t have to deal with broke hospital kids at Chipotle.  Upset my goddamn digestion.”

N.P.: “Strangers” – Then Comes Silence