The Art of Verbal Combat

As I leisurely scan the decadent spread before me, I can't help but hear the irate voice growing louder in the background. "Hey, you!" it bellows.

But instead of turning, I choose to savor the moment, my hand languidly reaching for a tender piece of meat that beckons me with its savory aroma. I'm fully aware that the voice is aimed at me, but I remind myself that responding to such rudeness would only dignify the aggressor. A lesson guided by the wisdom of the True Source—never waste energy on those who lack respect. So I focus on the delicious options laid out like a feast for the senses, treating his vitriol as if it's mere static noise, unimportant and easily dismissed.