TIFU Never do personal favors when driving a golf cart shuttle

So, I was hired on through a temp agency to drive a golf cart shuttle for a massive holiday fair in my city. I was paid $10 an hour plus tips, easy money. The event lasted three days and my golf cart was rocking because I had lights and music on it. I tried my best to entertain the guests.

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On the second day of work, a lady stopped me in the middle of the road to ask a question.

She asked, "Do you work at the convention center?"

I replied, "yes I do."

"Do you know everyone on staff?"

"For the most part"

"Can you do me a favor?" (oh boy)

She proceeds to hand me a To-Go bag, containing an expensive salad, one fancier than your average fast food salad, and said "deliver this to Nancy for me"

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I pulled out my radio, clearly not knowing anyone on the staff and asked, "Do we have a Nancy who works here?" Someone responded and sent me where this eleged "Nancy" was stationed at.

This convention center was huge, so it took me awhile to locate the building and drive over there.

When I arrived, I walked around calling out for Nancy. There was no description of what this woman looked like.

I finally found her and I handed the salad to her.

Taking me by surprise, she almost immediately shoved the salad back into my chest.

Without saying a word "Nancy" proceeded to walk in the opposite direction.

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I grew up in the south and not that I should expect people to have decent manners, but I wasn't really interrupting anything she was doing. She was just standing at her post.

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Anyways, I continued to look for Nancy. After 35 minutes of aimlessly walking around the convention center looking for a "Nancy", one of my coworkers radio-ed in and said, "Bro, it's a free salad, just eat it."

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I don't typically eat breakfast and I had not had lunch either.

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My survival instincts kicked in and damn, that was the best salad I have ever had. Not to get on a side rant, but usually salad lettuce gets wilted and loses its crispness after about an hour. I was amazed to say the least.

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I continue driving around, in a slightly better mood now that my hunger was satiated.

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45 minutes later, the same lady that gave me the salad stops me again (oh, shit).

Angrily, the lady proceeded to raise hell with language I could only describe as poetic.

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5% of me wanted to tell her that I ate it, but the better half of me wanted to say that I delivered it. This lady was probably packing heat too, and I was not trying to lose my life over a salad.

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I ended up telling her that I delivered it to a "Nancy". Little did she know, my stomachs name was now Nancy.

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She proceeded to raised hell for 30 minutes. After about 5, I had enough, but proceeded to sit there until she seemed somewhat content. I then pretended like I had something better to do.

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She clearly was not content and decided to give another shuttle driver hell. (For the sake of the story, we will call the man, John). John was an experienced shuttle driver and had retired from working on the railroads. At age 77, John told this lady that I was actually out sourced from a company that did not actually exist.

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Finally content, the lady left, on a mission to find this company to get me fired.

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John later told me, " A word of advice for you, never do personal favors when driving a golf cart shuttle."

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TL;DR: I was driving a golf cart for an event and this lady gave me a salad to be delivered. I could not find the lady so I ate the salad, so she hunted me down and gave me hell. A man named John distracted her and she left.

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