The Cookie Incident

I go into the bakery. I want a chocolate-dipped peanut butter cookie. My turn comes and I make my request. The young woman turns around and opens a bin behind the counter. She returns and asks is it okay if the cookie is broken, just by a small piece. I say that's fine, and secretly hope it's not missing any of the chocolate covered side. She returns to the bin. This time, I'm watching a little more closely and I realize there are several cookies in the bin. Unbroken cookies. But she was shoveling the broken cookie out the door with me. 
Really, I don't care. 
But I also wonder what was it about me that had her pawn off the cookie on me? Did I look like a pushover? Did I seem strong, able to handle a broken cookies without my losing my shit?