Wolfgang-Blaine

I thought I'd get out of the house for a while, but had some things that I really needed/wanted to work on, so I brought my laptop to the mall with me. There's a little restaurant there that I love that makes your food fresh to order and does it well-- basically a burger joint. I asked the woman in charge for the day if she would oblige me the use of a wall outlet (Terrible battery life in my PC), while I did a bit of work. She scoffed, like I was too polite to even bother asking permission, saying "Why heck, I don't care."
     So I ordered a Dr. Pepper, explaining that I'd order food in a bit, wasn't really hungry yet, etc. After getting set up, I cracked open Photoshop and got to work.
     You may see where I'm going with this already.
     I was mostly ignored, sitting out of the way quietly sipping Dr. Pepper and painting, vaguely considering whether or not I should vary my order and deviate from my usually Bacon Cheeseburger, when she approached me not thirty minutes later and asked how much longer I was going to be. She feared the owner coming by and seeing me sitting there not eating.
     Now, the man behind this excuse was not due in town for hours. I know him and am friends with his business partner and very close friends with one of his employees at a collectibles shop right across the lane from the restaurant. Point is, they know me. I'm not trouble. Neither do I cause trouble or bother other customers. I spent much more than time at both places of business. I didn't see the problem, but I conceded to her for the sake of her fearing the boss.
     "I won't be much longer, and I'll order something in a moment," I said, wanting to reassure her that I wasn't some sort of freeloader, "If it starts to get crowded and you think you might need the table, please let me know, I don't care to give it up."
     God as my witness, those were my exact words.
     It wasn't crowded, however, and this is a small place. There were two other groups of people there and that may have made the place what you would consider 'half-full'. I realize it's not exactly an internet cafe, but c'mon, what's the problem?
     She appeared to lose her resolve under my politeness, but five minutes later, I got hit with a sentence I'd heard issued many times to others (I work at Walmart), but never in my life had been directed to me.
     "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
     What? Me? Not the parents with the three screaming children? Two of which are old enough to run in circles around the place and kick my chair in passing... but me? Really?
     I said okay and left without any food. Hadn't even had time to finish my first Pepper.
     I just don't know what to think about it. Maybe it's wrong to feel so insulted, but I can't help it. It offends me to think that there's no room in there for a guy being creative. That's what it says to me and it makes me sick.
     "We don't want your company, we just want your money. I guess it's okay if you sit here as long as your eating it, but don't take too long! We can't have other customers seeing people in here enjoying themselves-- they might get the wrong idea."
     Now, after fuming the whole way home, I'm getting hungry :/