[Pansy is browsing furniture in a shop when a sales assistant approaches her]
Furniture Assistant: Hi. Can I help with anything today?
Pansy: [curtly] No.
Furniture Assistant: Just browsing?
Pansy: I'm looking for a sofa.
Furniture Assistant: Ah! Well, you're in the right place - we've got loads. We've also got chairs, recliners, footstools, tables, loveseats...
Pansy: Listen. I'm more than capable of looking for a sofa. I can walk. I know I have to sit down, stand up, lie down, see if it's comfortable. I'm not an invalid.
Furniture Assistant: I wasn't suggesting you were an invalid.
Pansy: So what're you standing there for?
Furniture Assistant: Just trying to be helpful.
Pansy: Well, I don't need your help.
Furniture Assistant: Okay.
[she starts to walk away, then turns back to Pansy]
Furniture Assistant: Look, I'm just trying to do my job.
Pansy: No, you're not, you're harassing me. Why don't you go and show off for someone else, share your expertise?
Furniture Assistant: To be honest, I don't really like your tone.
Pansy: I don't like your face. Why'd you put on so much makeup?
Furniture Assistant: What?
Pansy: What if it comes off on all the furniture? Selfish.
Furniture Assistant: Yeah, okay, now you're just getting personal.
Pansy: Are you threatening me?
Furniture Assistant: Excuse me?
Pansy: Are. You. Threatening me?
Furniture Assistant: I'm just trying to do my job, and I'm saying you're being rude.
Pansy: Right.
[she starts counting on her fingers]
Pansy: Accusing. Harassing. Intimidating. Insulting. Where's the manager?
Furniture Assistant: Oh, would you like to speak to my manager?
Pansy: Yes, I would.
Furniture Assistant: Okay. One second. I'll just go and get her. Make yourself comfortable.
[she walks away; Pansy hastily exits the shop]
