It's just a damn T-shirt!

Last night began the festival that my office is producing for the entire city of Los Angeles. I brought T-Shirts for my volunteers...and some person (we'll call him Crazy Mcgee) came up and asked me for an extra shirt. I politely told him that I had exactly enough for my volunteers, and that if I had any T-shirts at the end I'd be happy to send him one. Well, this guy followed me around all night watching my shirts...and every 15 minutes felt the need to remind me to send him one. Well. At the end of the night, Crazy was eyeing my T-shirts, and actually tried to swipe one when I wasn't looking.....which of course just pissed me off.