It was an ordinary day at the grocery store and you were manning the cash register. Customers were coming to and fro. Products were being stocked on the shelves. Money was being made. All was well, until you felt the ground shake. You gulped. Oh no... not her. The electric doors slide open and you catch sight of her. That pink shirt and white slacks were recognizable. Her green flip flops made a cling-clanging noise on the ground as she walked. She soaked in her breath and out came a thunderous roar.

WHERE IS YOUR F-CKING MANAGER!?