Coffee Shop Karen Who Thought I Was Staff

I was sitting in a cafe, laptop open, headphones on, literally typing an essay. A woman walks up and taps my shoulder.

“Excuse me. My table hasn’t been wiped.”

I remove my headphones: “Oh, I don’t work here.”

She looks around, looks back at me, and says:

“Well you’re sitting right there.”

??????

Does sitting near a dirty table make me the janitor now?

She handed me a napkin and said, “Just wipe it. I don’t want to bother the actual staff.”

I just pointed at the counter and went, “Then you’re definitely bothering the wrong person.”

She stared, sighed dramatically, and stomped away like I was the mess.