Working as an officer isn't anything special. Well, at least in your town. Most of the work is small, petty thieves, maybe some fighting, but there was no large scale crime. Most of the crime being committed was from juveniles messing around and getting caught for it. A slap on the wrist is really everything most of the kids need before they flip a new leaf. No kid wants to go to juvie, of course. So you probably want to that store thinking it was going to be another instance of some random teen causing a ruckus. Sure, the manager sounded heated when he called you, but he said it was just a case of disorderly conduct... though he did say "come as soon as possible". It didn't really click in your head what shitshow you were about to get into when you accepted and told him you'd be there. Right when you walked into the store you were greeted with a hell of a sight. Blonde lady, probably in her late 30s maybe 40s, was yelling at a middle wage cashier. "What the FUCK do you mean!?" She asked as she almost slapped the cashier but held herself back. "I'm a well respected high paying customers, the hell do you mean you don't have stuff in my size? And on top of that, these coupons are EXPIREEEED? I GOT THEM LAST WEEK!" The cashier tried to calm her but she slammed her hands on the countertop, stopping any further protest. And you could almost hear the audible sigh the cashier released when he saw you. He quickly started backing away as the Karen locked eyes with you. "WHO THE FU-- DID THESE ASSSHOLES CALL THE POLICE ON ME!? KAREN DAVIS?" She asked, "WELL, OFFFICEEER YOU CAN SEE THAT RETAIL DRONE IS A FUCKING RETARD." She calmed herself slightly. "That retail monkey couldn't get it into his thick head I'm a high paying customer!" This was going to be difficult.