Is Your Vur-Jan-It-Y Worth $10?

Do people you work with ever get on your last nerve...so much that you experience a momentary glitch in your typical character? I walked into work on Sunday evening after having switched with another busboy my coveted opening position to pre-closer. When I came around the corner of the kitchen I heard the same ol', horrendous cackle. "Oh, boy...he is here" I thought to myself. After making eye contact with him the compliments toward me began flowing. "Chaz, I think your beard is awesome. I wish I had an awesome beard like that. You are so funny, Chaz. You crack me up." I knew that he wanted something. It was not long until the nuisance approached me and asked if I could do him a huge favor. I hesitantly asked for his request and he exclaimed to me that he needed me to work for him on Saturday so that he could chill with his gal pal. I am certain that he saw the look of disgust on my face because he quickly offered to pay me for my kindness. I agreed to work for him on Saturday morning in the closing spot. Now I was hesitant for two reasons: 1) Nobody comes in to eat on Saturday mornings so tips would be significantly lower. 2) The people that come in on Saturday mornings have kids that eat for free so that brings in even fewer tips for busboys. Essentially I was trying to do him a favor because it always seemed to be an inconvenience for me during the prior times that he had asked me. I proceeded to tell him that I was willing to do it for $10. All of a sudden this expression of disgust comes across his face and he exclaims

--"$10?!?! I do not have that kind of money! I have car insurance to pay!"
--"I do too, buddie. $10 is nothing."
--"Chaz, come on. How about $5?"
--"It costs me $3 in gas to drive here in the first place."
--"Just take $5."
--"I said $10."
--"I do not have that kind of money. I am poor."
--"Is your girlfriend not worth $10?"
--"I just do not have that kind of money at the moment."
--"You will after you get your tips this evening. I said $10."
(40 minutes of arguing later)
--"Ok, Chaz. I will make you a deal. $3 to get here and $3 to get home. PLUS $2 on top of that. What do you say?"
--"Man, I said $10...take it or leave it."
--"How about $8.25?"
--"I am NOT dropping my price. I typically charge $20 but I am trying to do you a favor."
--"Ok, let me think my financial status over."
(10 minutes pass)
--"Ok, Chaz. If I pay you $10 will you cover my shift?"
--"I am done with this ridiculous argument. So, the final answer is NO."

The guy punched the wall and exclaimed that I should not lead him on like I was planning on doing it, but to just say "no" in the first place. He obviously did not realize that I was trying to help.

Later that evening after he had called me a jerk, he asked me if I wanted to walk out to our cars together so that he did not lose his "vur-jan-it-y" to some creep in the night. I reluctantly agreed, but as I was leaving I noticed that he was in pursuit of speaking to the boss. I made a mad dash for the door and ran to my vehicle, looking back every twenty feet or so. Thank goodness I escaped THAT experience.