So I'm on my way home from work today and stop at the deli. I ask for a handful-size portion of fried potato wedges. The hippie-girl clerk says to me, "I can't serve you till you open yourself to my space." I then realize that I'm standing rather rigid with my arms crossed. I unfold my arms and "open myself to her space."
I'm thinking, "I just want my potato wedges, bitch!" So, I relax, and casually remark that "I just need these to hold me over till dinner." She says, "Maybe you should eat an apple or pear instead."