paying for free

So I went to Sandia Casino on Thursday for an Aging Health fair, where I helped represent Apollo College Massage, giving chair massages. We were giving 10-minute massages and we were BUSY! (Of course, who wouldn't want a free massage? Honestly.)
We had at least 100 names on the list, I worked for 4 HOURS, just back-to-back massages. I gave 24 massages; I know that doesn't sound like much when you look at it, but really, it is a big deal. But PTL, my hands don't get tired. Seriously, I can go a long, long, long, long time before my hands get tired, so at the end of four hours, I could still go... I just didn't want to be there anymore, and I had to go to class anyway.
I put $18 in my gas tank before I drove up there, and made $12 in tips. Sweet. I paid $6 to give 4 hours of massage.
I did get a couple of "God bless you!"s, and a few hugs, a promise for a pair of hand-made Native American earrings to be mailed to me at school, and a shimmy. So... it wasn't all bad. The gratitude was amazing. I just wish I could use gratitude in my gas tank. But they were wonderful, they really were.

But there were some people, who'd check in every five minutes, "Is it going to be much longer? This is taking forever!"
Excuuuuuuuuuse me, but these are FREE massages! You see these 5 individuals here? We came here on our OWN to give FREE massages, okay? I didn't HAVE to come and rub down a bunch of strangers. I didn't HAVE to drive up to a casino, deal with my people-claustrophobia, sweat, not eat, and deal with all this. I could have stayed in bed. I could have gone running. I could have farted around on myspace. I'm not getting PAID to be here, like all the other booths are. My work was COMPLETELY voluntary. Go ahead and complain, though. Jerk.

I hate people. Not individual persons (okay, I do sometimes), but I hate PEOPLE. This whole feeling of entitlement is REALLY going too far and it's pretty dang obnoxious.