Chocolate

I treated myself to hot Belgian chocolate at a charming cafe on W. Broadway and Chambers this rainy evening.

The place was frequented by numerous women occupying well dispersed tables. While I waited for my hot beverage and a small blueberry muffin, the waitress came out with woman's sandwich. Upon receiving it, the woman acted as if there were a cockroach under the bread. But no, it was only sliced tomatoes that was the culprit. Removing them like they were toxic, the customer told the waitress that she had "ordered red peppers, and not tomatoes," in a gruff tone.

Her attitude was so unnecessary.

Why are women with a bit of disposable income so haughty and rude to other women in the service sector?