“May I get you something to drink?” I asked a middle-aged man as a volunteer on a Friday night.

“I would like two unsweetened teas,” he replied.
“I’ll be right back,” I said to the man as I scurried off into the other room for the drinks.

When I brought them back to the table he asked, “Could you get me some sweetener?”

I was a bit puzzled but plastered a smile on my face and went to retrieve the sweetener from the table in the other room.

I was more tickled than mad at that point so I turned my feelings into a huge smile as I placed the packages of generic sweetener in front of the man.

I hurried off into the other room to reconvene with my friends which is where I saw the sight that made me mad.
The indecisive man, who I had just given sweetener to, was in the room, getting more drinks. I just didn’t understand why he wouldn’t just ask for what he wanted in the first place. Who could be that indecisive?