I don't take male interruption well. Every time I go to any public place, a white male invents a reason to jabber at me. I don't know if it's flirting, or what, but it feels like dudes look at me and say to themselves "there is a smallish female all alone! Let me share the manly beacon that is me! Surely, she will enjoy.....nay.....ADORE my showering her in my male attentions!! The female nurturing nature simply thrives on male approval and attention. Yep. Imma make little ladies day".

My standard response is to literally bark WHAT? Their little male faces fall, and I can clearly see that they are just so fucking confused that I don't preen and bask in the unique and special male light that they are attempting to gift to me.

But I totally believe that little fella was perplexed by plastic bags. I mean, this is a group of people that bumble around, either being destructive or controlling and crying. They aren't known for intellect.