Does it hurt to be nice?

Alright so right now let me update you on the situation....

I'm sitting outside at the Domain, catching up on my independent study, and being stared down by this psycho brand-name woman.

I really didn't think that the day would happen when I would want to wip out my brass nuckles.

I'm sitting across from starbucks and there are these lovely comfy chairs outside, in the shade, and right by an outlet so I can charge my laptop. She is sitting there with all of her bags from her day of shopping spread around her. There is a chair next to her which I clearly was under the impression that it wasn't taken. So I waltz over there to ask politely.

I ask and she spits something out at me in another language, no I did not misundertand her, it was clearly not English. So I asked again and this time I swear she said no. So I began to set my stuff down thinking I could just sit quietly and do my work. Then all of a sudden she jumps from her chair, points at me and shouts "I TOLD YOU THAT I WAS USING THAT CHAIR!" So I quickly back off and go to the other side of the courtyard to sit on the hard concrete near the screaming playground.

I then look over and see her place her bags that were on the floor onto the chair that I really wanted to sit it. She then caught my eye and said... "Hey... (insert bad word here), what the hell are you looking at?"

And here's where I was torn, I really just wanted to answer "Hey crazy psycho in your Gucci shadeware, I'm looking at you and am appauled that you could possibly want to treat someone the way that you have me." But instead I said, "nothing." She then started walking over towards me and said, "you're looking at nothing? NOThing?" You think that this body is nothing? I guess I'd be lookin too, in ENVY"

Then I made the mistake of speaking... "Miss I don't know you so I don't know if your body is really worth anything." Haha! I didn't really mean to say it like that, but I crapped it up. She then began to morph into a mix between the Disney movie's version of Cruella D'ville, a gremlin, and a piece of old licorice you'd find underneath your couch from a movie night 3 years ago. I thought she was going to open her Fendi bag and a little demon was going to take me to the underworld.

Then she screamed something else at me in the language she spoke earlier, and I wanted to be like "HAH! I KNEW YOU WERE SPEAKING TO ME IN ANOTHER LANGUAGE!" But I didn't remained calm and began to ignore her, while secretly wishing that a local squirrel would come bite her in the tatas. And now she is trying to stare me down... really I can feel that old licorice evil glare.

Seriously... it was just a chair, and obviously a misunderstanding. Would it hurt her just to get off her crack and just be nice to me?