Lady: Here, you can have it.
Me: No, no. Thank you, but you got it first.
L: You have a family. Take it.
M: No really, it's fine. Finders keepers! Thanks anyway.
L: Please. Take the meat!
M: I can't take your meat.
L: I don't even want it! I'm putting it back.
She puts it back and walks away. I stand there looking at it and finally put it in my cart. Then I chase her down and invite her to come over for tacos. After all, it's a big package of ground beef. She refuses, and I feel like a jerk.