Am I the asshole here?

Pardon me for stealing a page from one of my favorites.  As Adam Corolla says, people are just ASSHOLES.  I may have worn that hat last night, but I'll let you judge.

Playing shuffleboard at Toons, my friend Finny and I just won control of the table and a 3rd party crew took the next game.  A guy on my end, girl on Finny's end.  She says to Finny, "We want to be red".  "No.", replied Officer Finnegan.  She asks him again, "But I want to be red."  "Great, but no, we won the table, we choose, we're staying red."
At this point, she ropes me into the conversation, perhaps thinking I'm a soft touch.  That was her first mistake. "Hey, can we be red?" Without missing a beat, I reply "No."
So let's be clear here, this idiot with an overdeveloped sense of entitlement, just asked TWO people, THREE times and was told NO.  So what does she do?
"C'mon, I want to be red!"
Without missing a beat, and may I say with a bit of alliteration, I reply...
"Just because you BLEED red doesn't mean you get to BE red."
Which was, quite frankly, a funny way of saying you don't get what you want just because you have a vagina.

You'd think I just pulled out a picture of her Downs Syndrome sister and jerked off on it with her mother watching.

She was livid and Finny and I proceeded to SMOKE them on the shuffleboard table, only allowing 2 points.  I apologized, even though I shouldn't have, but this humorless bitch wouldn't let it go.  According to Finny, she wouldn't talk to him, calling us "dicks" and she even tried to get us kicked out!
WTF!

Anyway, that set the tone for the evening and my dander was up.  Good times tho.

MotD: Dreamscape, going to watch it now.  Midnight Meat Train was yesterday, and a "shocking" enough movie, but Jesus Christo, Clive Barker needs some therapy.  I think every movie I've seen based on his stuff, has involved some otherdimensional cabal.  One note, one talented note, but throw me a bone of variety here.