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Nancy took a sip of her drink as she watched the latest customer enter the store. She had been working at Mason's long enough to profile those who come and go in seconds. And by the way the woman entered, head high and acting important, she knew it wasn't one of the nicer ones. This should be interesting. Her phone rang. Robin.
"Hey, babe. What's up?:"
"I hope your shift's over, because right now- VIE, STOP IT! That is not for consumption, young lady!"
Nancy chuckled.
"I'm done in an hour. Just, give her the pacifier-"
"Excuse me? I've been here for a minute."
Nancy looked up. It was the blonde woman, glaring at her.
"Sorry, I have to go. Yes, ma'am?" Nancy asked as she hung up. The woman scoffed.
"Finally. I just want to state a complaint. Why is there a tub of chocolate ice cream on the dog section?!"
Nancy frowned. "I'm sorry, what?'
"There is a tub of chocolate flavored ice cream on the dog section. Care to explain?"
"Uh we do sell ice cream that are suitable for pets, so-"
"But chocolate?! Are you an idiot?! Chocolate is fatal to dogs!"
"Ma'am, I know but-"
"Someone's dog could die from that" The woman continued to yell, so loudly that some customers were starting to take notice. Nancy took a deep breath.
"Ma'am, I know. It was an error on our part, and I'll see to it that it will be fixed as soon as possible."
"I can't believe you! The level of incompetence! Why if I worked here-"
"Well, you don't." Nancy snapped, finally having had enough. "So stop whining. Just give me whatever you're holding so I can check it out and you can go on your merry way."
The woman looked at her, disgusted. "Do you treat your customers this way?"
"Listen here, bitch," Nancy growled, "I have been working my ass off overtime, picking up the slack because my colleague is on leave. The last thing I need and want are whiny pieces of shit like yourself. Now give me the groceries. And no; the manager's not available, so shut it. Groceries, now.'
Once the transaction was done, the woman exited.