Ding~a~ling~~~
Lifting my head up from the counter, I sighed and died a little more internally as another child barged into the store. Reluctantly, I tapped the transparent glass counter-top to alert her to their presence.
"Oh!OH!! YES!" Quickly approaching me with no disregard whatsoever to the already shivering tiny, the kid pointed to a little plastic containing a disk read 'GTA V'. "I want this one!"
I looked down at her pitiful form, as I nodded. A little security measure implanted by some retards up on their high chairs: as many merchandise... and tinies...... were being stolen more and more frequently from stores all across the nation and the world, they had decided to implant a system where the TINY gets the things the customers from a see through box.
Things could range from a simple rubik's cube or some long jeans that were OBVIOUSLY at least a thousand times more heavier than the tinies themselves. And all I could do while she dragged and dragged the piece of plastic closer towards the drop-out zone was that the kid had more patien-"Why's she taking so long!"
"Now look here, uhm... kid. She's obviously trying her best now, and may I ask what's the occasion for buying a video game huh?" Trying to throw the little demon of the topic, he glares at me before slamming the counter-top.
"HEY! Don't do that!" The kid, oblivious to my sudden outburst, slammed another hand unto the counter. "If you keep doing that I HAVE the right to kick you out!"
"And who says that?" A voice, previously quiet and watching behind the kid, speaks. "I am buying my sweet angel a game from YOU and you have the right to kick me out? And what, are you actually defending that little vermin?" Oh great, a karen.
"Ma'am if your son is going to cause a disturbance I'll have to call the police." And the mister smarty-pants decided that he had caused enough of a ruckus.
"Was it that hard?" The kid, very much so still pissed for some reason, drew his mouth back before drawing a spit to my face...
"Ma'am... " Damn, Samantha looks terrified down there. "With all due respect the game you're going to buy for your 'sweet angel' here is not what you think it is." Whipping the spit off my face, I teasingly pulled a smirk.
"If I so may explain, this game highlights the fun, the joy, and the benefit of massacring thousands of people, having sexual intercourse with multiple woman, dealing of drugs and gang-lords and so on. May I need explain more?"
The Karen, thankfully still logically human, finally understood and son dragged her kid out of the store by his ear.
I sighed as I looked down into the glass counter: Samantha looks thankful as she gives a slight nod before trying to make the merchandise more... presenting.
With every each and new terrible encounter I wished and I hoped I could just whisk Samantha away from this hell... only if I dared enough to...
I have not started on the special, send help.
