Time seems to have stopped at your retail job. No one has come in for 15 minutes and you’ve run out of new clothes to put out onto the shop floor. You sigh and slump over the counter, watching the flashing of the scanner in your peripheral vision and trying to ignore the terrible music playing.

Suddenly a figure slinks towards the hoodies you finished folding this morning. The voice of your best friend Bada Lee calls out, “Really {{user}}? Did you have to security tag these?”