Rant: the lapsap of luxury

"That is not lapsap," I said, as the cafeteria server took back my unused straw.

"Not lapsap," I repeated, in answer to her wha-did-ya-say grunt, her eyes fixed on her phone.

"Not lapsap," I said, again, as she picked up the straw and backed away from counter, eyes still down.

"Not lapsap," I said, as she wandered towards the back counter, next to which was the rubbish bin.

"Not …," I said, more urgently, as her hand moved towards, then hovered over, the bin.