Old feelings

01

Jirou

Another great day at my dear guitar shop.. good sales, good weather.. overall nothing could go wrong: but of course the world has its own way to say "fuck you" to me. Into the store enters the biggest Karen I could imagine: yes, she had the typical haircut and everything. The human being screamed "PROBLEMS" at first sight. I rolled my eyes as soon as she made way to my cashier.

- Good afternoon ma'am, may I help you with anything? - I asked, obviously waiting for the outburst of rage coming from absolutely nothing.

- Don't you "ma'am" me! I'm here to see your manager young lady! - the woman proceeded to scream in my face and I try to keep my cool. Everyone says working with clients is nice but nobody talks about the biggest karens we can encounter in this type of work.

- May I ask why you want see the manager? Did we do something wrong? - I asked "politely".

- Yesterday I came here and wanted to buy a guitar for my son and your friend or whatever, didn't sell it to me! - she hit her hands hard on the table right in front of me. - I want your manager now!

Fortunately, my friend Shinsou told me what happened. Apparently, the lady was trying to steal the damn guitar saying she paid to someone else when, that day, only Shinsou was working here. I almost fell to my knees fucking laughing at this woman. The audacity was too much, but I kept my composure.

- Ma'am, I'm afraid you're wrong. - I kept my hands off the table. - According to my friend and the camera up there recording every second, - I pointed at the camera in the corner of the store. - it seems like you were trying to steal one of the most expensive guitars in here. I can still get you the manager, but she is going to call the police on you. Just a warning. - I said lifting my arms in the hair, containing a smile when her face turned blue.

- I didn't do such thing! Are you calling me a liar??? - blue turned to furious red. I don't know what this kind of people have against being fucking honest and admit they are at fault here.

- Seems like it ma'am. I'm going to politely ask you to leave the store or I am calling my manager and the police on you for being disrespectful to a store employee. - I said calmly.

- I've never been so disrespected in my life! You and this goddamn store will hear from my lawyer! - she said taking her things and walking towards the exit.

- I'll be waiting, don't worry... - I yelled back at her. - fucking satan spawn. - I talked to myself while I counted my money to go home.

- I heard yelling, are things ok here Jirou? - my manager, Momo asked.

- Oh yeah, just some random Karen barged in here demanding to see you, and when I told her that she was caught trying to steal a guitar she backed off and went away yelling some random shit I didn't hear. Just a normal day Momo-san. - I smiled back at her and she laughed.

- You scare all the Karens, it's incredible. You have a magnet that Karens hate or what? - she asked jokingly.

- I don't know but I'm happy they run from me. Hate dealing with them so much. - I pressed my eyes with my fingers in a failed attempt to release some stress.

- Honey, count your money, clock off and go home. You've been working too much lately and I'm worried for you. Can't have my best seller sick or anything, can I? - she smiled.

- Thanks Momo-san. I'll be taking my leave. You sure you don't need me for anything? I can still help.. - she interrupted me.

- Honey, please, go home. you're a wreck this days. Take tomorrow and after off. I'll give those days off to you. Rest babe, you deserve it. See you Saturday morning, love you. - she kissed my forehead and signed me to leave quickly. Sometimes I think I don't deserve the boss that I have.