The National Press Club hosted a presidential debate viewing party on Tuesday, open to the public. My good friend Damien and I went there around 10pm after a heated Risk battle. (Not really, Damien quickly dominated the game after having conquered Africa from the start, but that's another story.)
Seeing no one but the security staff at the front desk, I asked if we could go up for the public viewing of the debate. I was told that "your party has to come down and get you." I asked if he has a registration list that he could look up the names. He said no and repeated the same instruction. I asked if "the party" has to be an NPC employee, organizer, or just anyone who is up there. He said that I had been asking the same questions, and I was arguing with him.
If you don't know me personally, I'm 5 feet 2 and less than 100 pound, which makes me in a pretty disadvantaged position to argue with anyone. This is probably why I've learned since I was a kid to never raise my voice or argue with anyone bigger than me (i.e. everyone above the age of 12).
A little flustered, I smiled and said in my kitten-and-baby voice that if I really sound like I was arguing with him, I'm sorry.
He was infuriated, and went out of his cubical and was ready to physically throw me out.
That night, I had a nightmare.