sergeantcjscott
The fine people of New York City were particularly vitriolic that afternoon. When handing out fliers for her events, the worst she usually had to endure was a bit of profanity from passersby. Today, however, was a day for more. She had been screamed at twice, and one particularly unbalanced man had torn the flier she handed him up before attempting to take the rest, too.
In light of all that, perhaps it was understandable that her immediate reaction to the approaching man was to go on the defensive -- For Maureen, naturally, this meant taking shelter behind the outrageous. Perhaps her particular brand of dramatic sarcasm didn't make the b e s t first impression for her cause, but she had already written her efforts for today off. All she really wanted to do was to go home to Joanne.
"Look, buddy, it seems like no one actually stops for these things, so if you're here to give me a hard time know that I've dealt with lunatics twice your size today, and I'm still here."