Back when I was a younger jerk, I had an old jerk insist that I wear booties. I didn’t like him much, so I told him I didn’t have any. He responded by saying “you’re not going to walk on my carpet with those shoes on!”
I responded by saying “you’re right. I’m not going to walk on your carpet.”
And I left.
As I was pulling out of his driveway, his wife was cussing him for running me off.
They’d moved most of their furniture and breakables.
Sure, I lost a customer and I could have used his $300, but I didn’t like him. And if he had any friends, they would have all been drunk VFW goobers too. So I didn’t miss them much.