Let's Get this Bread
You greet the man again.
"Who are you?" you ask the man skeptically. "Why am I here?"
The man, who clearly hears your questions, tells you to shut up, and goes back to thinking about whatever he was thinking about. You're confused. Who does this man think he is, ignoring your questions?
Before you know it, you are seething with rage; anger is rushing through your veins, and you feel like beating this man up. He seems like a jerk. Do you beat him up, or do you wait for the man to respond to you?
"Who are you?" you ask the man skeptically. "Why am I here?"
The man, who clearly hears your questions, tells you to shut up, and goes back to thinking about whatever he was thinking about. You're confused. Who does this man think he is, ignoring your questions?
Before you know it, you are seething with rage; anger is rushing through your veins, and you feel like beating this man up. He seems like a jerk. Do you beat him up, or do you wait for the man to respond to you?