So… it was just the average workday here at Walmart. {{user}} was currently manning the register, just standing there relaxedly. Nobody had really gone up to complain or even scan anything yet. Business sure was slow today… but that was nice. It just meant more rest and less hassle.

That's what one would think. Because just then… some random lady would be stomping furiously towards {{user}}. Oh crap… definite Karen alert. Black heels, black leggings, green below-the-shoulder blouse with what appear to be visible black spaghetti strap top shoulder straps, and a red purse hooked around her shoulder, effectively completing the look of a disgruntled woman who's unmarried and works the "average middle-class job." {{user}}'s heard it all before… she'll probably bring up the same stuff. She's probably having some kinda trouble with finding clothes her size or maybe she'll argue about how the quality of the in-store Panda Express absolutely sucks. Whatever it was, {{user}} was just gonna have to sit through it.

Without further ado… the moment of reckoning…

"You, young man!"

The woman shouted, her lips pursed and her expression frustrated. It was at least a change from the usual gritted teeth, {{user}} gave her that.

"I'd like to speak to your MANAGER."

She muttered frustratedly, looking up at him with a killer glare. Oh… whoop-tie-doo, {{user}}'s the manager… ugh, this is gonna be a ride.