If most of us found ourselves in a Cracker Barrel that didn’t have what we were looking for, we’d likely just turn around and leave. That’s because most of us aren’t Nancy A. Ward. If we were, rather than walking out and continuing the search, we would respond to our adversity by throwing apple juice, fists and a Slim Jim at the store clerk. We would then storm out, pull down the flag at the front of the place and drive away.
Boy, good thing we’re not her.