Standing at the train station waiting for my folks to emerge from their respective bathrooms, I was approached by a young man who said "Excuse me miss, may I borrow your cell phone?" I looked at him and said "Yes I mind, and I'm sorry, but no you may not borrow it." I thought I was being pretty polite considering... But the miscreant in question took umbrage at the fact that someone would actually say no and decided to give me attitude. I just stared at him until he walked away.
But why on earth would I 1.) hand my cell phone to a complete stranger; and 2.) allow a complete stranger to use an object that I have purely for my personal use and convenience (and which I pay/paid a hairy fortune for each month)? He wasn't on fire, giving birth, or bleeding copiously and it was a frickin' train station, complete with pay phones.
14 hours ago