Maggie and Sam

Maggie: Did you find that class as boring as I did?

Sam: Huh?

Maggie: Did you think that class was boring?

Sam: Not really. I actually thought the lecture was interesting.

Maggie: Oh. I thought it was pretty boring.

Sam: Okay.

Maggie: I'm Maggie, by the way.

Sam: Hi, Maggie.

Maggie: What's your name?

Sam: Sam.

Maggie: Nice to meet you, Sam. What's your major?

Sam: History.

Maggie: Don't you want to know mine?

Sam: Not particularly.

Maggie: Excuse me?

Sam: I'm sorry. What's your major?

Maggie: Economics.

Sam: Nice.

Maggie: You're being an asshole.

Sam: What?

Maggie: You heard me. You're being an asshole. You could at least try to engage a little bit in conversation with me.

Sam: I'm sorry if I've offended you somehow, but I'm actually being very nice. You're the one who approached me on the sidewalk and started talking. I was listening to music, and I took my headphones out to hear what you were saying.

Maggie: You weren't trying to be nice at all. You just want me to go away.

Sam: You're right. I want you to leave me alone. But that doesn't make me an asshole. I'm in a hurry to get to my next class, and I don't even know you. 

Maggie: You have no respect for me as a human being. You think you can talk to me like that because I'm a fat girl, and no one cares about fat girls.

Sam: Okay, hold up. I didn't judge you based on your appearance. You're not even fat. I was trying to be nice while getting to my next class as fast as possible. I'm definitely going to be late now, so it doesn't even matter.

Maggie: You don't think I'm fat?

Sam: No, I don't. And I think you're a fine person. I didn't intend to be mean to you. If I had, I would've just said, "Fuck off."

Maggie: Then why wouldn't you talk to me? You didn't want to ask me what my major was.

Sam: That's not because I think you're fat. Even if you were, I wouldn't care. And that's exactly my point. I wasn't trying to be mean. I just don't care.