open to any
connections {customer} , {co-worker} , {manager}
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River could feel his heart beginning to race as the absolute Karen standing at his cash register began her racist tirade against him. All this over Stevia, or rather, a lack thereof? It seemed like a bit much. “Ma’am,” he said firmly, "can you like... leave?” This was scary, and overwhelming, but not that shocking for the midwest.
Hands fumbled, toppling the woman’s coffee and spilling it all over the counter. “Oh... fuck, sorry, don’t burn yourself,” he pleaded as the woman kept on and on. He grabbed fistfuls of napkins, trying to sponge it up. This was not a good first week on the job.
















