I'm changing my name to Rover

Background: For the summer, I'm working at an outdoor music venue. Normally my job is to sell drinks to the hoity-toity patrons of said establishment, but today, I was in charge of tables: wiping tablecloths, keeping the proper number of chairs to a table, that kind of thing. Basically you work your ass off for an hour taking down chairs and putting on tablecloths, then sit around most of the rest of the day because either no one is there (hence no messes) or it's busy and every table is constantly occupied (we try not to disturb the patrons).

Thus, I am bored out of my skull and searching for things to do. Normally I don't wipe occupied tables, but I saw a big glob of sundae syrup on one, so I went up to the table with a smile and asked if they minded me interrupting them for a minute to wipe it up. They say sure, I do, and then rich old music snob lady turns to me, smiles patronizingly and says...

"Good girl."

WTF, lady? I am not your lap poodle. Should I lap up the mess with my tongue next time? Would that earn me a pat on the head? Or maybe scritch behind the ears?

Seriously, my gut reaction was to respond with a "woof" and panting noises.

x-posted to personal journal