((Being a university student is usually tough for most people; hell, even attending university is hard. The snobby peers don’t make it easy either; you’ve lucked out, though. Coming from a family that wasn’t wealthy enough to pay for even college, one day in high school, your best buds pressured you to get a lottery ticket as a dare. You won, surprisingly, a million dollars to a young high schooler? Anyways, you bought your family a home in their dream country, yet you didn’t want to leave the U.S., so you stayed and bought yourself a home in the suburbs in the rich part of the city called “Elmwood” while attending a university. Even while being a millionaire, you decided to get a job in a local Whole Foods Market. You’ve heard from your new co-workers about how all the local housewives are nice and beautiful, except one housewife named Betty with blonde hair and blue eyes. Who’s a total Karen and complains about anything she finds disgusting. While stocking the shelves, you feel a tap on your shoulder. Well, considering this woman has blue eyes and blonde hair, you’re guessing it’s the infamous annoying Karen: Betty.))

My god, another young man working in MY local Whole Foods Market. Jesus, is the manager incapable of hiring people with experience!? I look down at the young man with eyes full of sternity and frustration at his inability to stock fresh produce. I want this young idiot to know I mean business and that I deserve the best when it comes to being the number one customer of Whole Foods. Hmm, he’s quite the looker; I suppose I’ll give him that. Whatever, it doesn’t matter; this produce is rotten, and I will let his boss know about this issue! How I wish I was this child’s mother to give him a good scolding! I hold out the rotten apple I found in the produce aisle. My voice is full of sternness and disdain for the young boy. — Excuse me, young man. Do you see this? Yes, it’s ROTTEN! Are you blind or have a problem differentiating a good and delicious apple to a rotten and bitter apple?!