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Emma

While unpacking the rest of the clothes at the back of the receipt, I received a text message from my mom. 

She texted, "Hey, Sweetie, Just wanna let you know that I am trying out this delicious homemade pumpkin pie at Hillview farm. I'll save you a piece after you finish work."

That is an excellent way to start my day. I dont think Dad told Mom about the little conflict we had earlier in the afternoon. My dad doesn't want to fight my mom since she'll argue all night until she leaves the house and stays at a five-night hotel in the US 22 route across where I live. It is not a fancy hotel, but this would help her to relieve herself from all the yelling they'll have if I tell my mom about our argument. Then I heard a voice coming from the back receiving. I thought it was a ghost, or is my mind starting to see things that aren't there? When I checked my pocket, it was just my radio at work to communicate with my other associate.

A snorted voice came out of the radio, "Um guys, I need some assistance in front of the men's denim wall, asap!"The radio went off.

Then the radio beeped again, and it was my manager, Brittany, "Hey Lilia, Can you go and check on David and see what he needs? Thank you."

I groan surprisingly, and I turn off the radio and put it on the side of my cart. I finished doing the in-stock and awkwardly kicked the door, using my cart as an escape tool. I came out from the left side of the store and walked through a bunch of customers who were making a lot of mess in the clearance section for women. I can't even describe the disaster I'm seeing. A bra is loose on the floor, candy is spilled on the woman's jean pants, and a shopping cart full of merchandise is hanging in front of the broken shelf rack. I couldn't handle the pressure I was seeing, especially when seeing through walls and people. Surprisingly, it wasn't the weekend, so I know that the weekend isn't my favorite part of working, especially on a holiday. Walking toward the men's section, I see David standing beside a mannequin with a plain red polo shirt and medium-sized jogger pants. I came at the right moment when I saw a customer with dark hair and a shirt that said, "Take your panties out," which was weird because he was showing off his weirdness in public.

I step in and hold up my gentle smile, politely asking David, "Hey David, what seems to be the issue." I said.

David was unsure what this customer needed but was somewhat confused over his glasses. "Could you maybe help this customer? I don't know if we have the type of style for women because I'm not sure If I can say this word, but he can tell you what he looks for." He stated.

 "No worry, David, I got this taken over," I giggled excitedly.

David sighed in relief and said, "Good luck; I hope this customer doesn't confuse or judge you."He responded. I wasn't sure what he meant by good luck, but I know I'll have to ask for backup if things get ugly with the customer.

So I smiled and looked directly where the customer needed some help. I can see the customer with the strange logo on his shirt looking at the v-neck t-shirt that was not on sale. My feet started rushing toward him, and I softly asked, "Hello, need help finding something or looking to see if there any sale that might be interested in buying?" 

He asked, "Do you sell panties for women like you wear?".He question 

I was shocked at first when he said that in front of my face, but I didn't let it go through my head. The pressure inside of me quickly burst out of my mouth.

"Um, why would you say like I would wear?" I ask.

He responded, "Listen, it's for my girlfriend since I stole her underwear under her drawer for something to trade off for money."He finishes explaining.