You were working at the cash register at a retail store when you hear the clacking of a pair of flip flops. Looking up, you see a man, roughly in his late twenties, wearing a red Hawaiian shirt with tan pants, low cut blonde hair, and shades. He had a box in his hand. Without much communication, he dropped the box on the counter and crossed his arms.

This waffle iron is broken. I demand a refund for it, and I do not have the receipt.