Boom! The robot unicorn soldiers, from the galaxy formerly known as S4, fired their rainbow lasers from their ebony horns; blowing up the bouncy balls’ home planet’s food stocks and nuclear missiles. The fight was nearly over, it was a long battle, the bouncy balls were held captive in their own jails. Everything was going smoothly, until suddenly an alarm sounded, and then-

Jason shot up in bed. “Dammit!” He cried, “it was just getting good!”

Forcefully, he struck his alarm to cease the annoying beeping. While rubbing his eyes, he crawled out of bed. He picked up his phone, unplugged it, and checked the notifications. There was a few texts and a game invitation. “Margot Winters would like to play farm vil--,” he dropped his phone to the ground and walked out to the kitchen where his automatic coffee maker was already brewing him his favorite morning drink.
Breakfast was always different unless that morning Jason were to feel particularly lazy. For today’s breakfast, he started off by delicately placing long, thin strips of pork into a buttery pan. While those were cooking, he beat four eggs together with whole milk, creating a creamy golden color. At this point, the bacon was already about half done, so he decided to pour the concoction over the pig grease, along side the bacon, to add extra flavor.

The air was permeated with the beautiful aroma of breakfast. The sun’s rays cut through the shades, unveiling the dust which floated gracefully throughout the house, never to settle. The sharp buzz from the electric shaver echoed the the misty bathroom. Jason put on his work attire, then walked downstairs. He grabbed his keys and pressed a button which started up the car. Hair combed, freshly shaven and full from breakfast, he headed out the door and got into his car.
His all wheel drive worked perfectly on slick roads, but from a stopped position in a foot of snow there was always trouble. He tried backing out, but realized he wasn’t going anywhere. He pushed harder and the car finally broke free from the snow trap. Even in is slow rate of speed, he still managed to lose a traction while exiting the driveway. From here, the road was already plowed, which made for an easy drive. Once on the main road Jason admired the crystallized trees. Ice had formed around the branches, cloaking them in a glossy shroud. Up and around banks and curves the car gracefully seemed to float above the tarmac.
The radio cut out along with the engine after parking in the lot. Inside was lit up magnificently.
“Jason, go check in and get to work.”
The burly man left to the conference room. Jason punched in. Then, right as he approached his area, a customer came over with a return.

“I want to return this.” Said the woman.
“Alright, no problem.” Replied Jason. “Do you have the receipt?”
“No, you guys should have that stuff.”
“We do keep a record of it, but we need you to prove that you bought this.”
“Let me talk to your manager.”
“Why? It’s a simple process, you just need the receipt.”
“I’m not going to take that from you. Let me see your manager!”
“You can see him, but that doesn’t mean you’re going to get anywhere without your receipt.”
At this point the manager came over, with the normal manager routine. “What seems to be the problem here?” He would ask, then try to get the details of the situation, as the customer would lie and try to get me in trouble; exaggerating the situation just to get her way. Then, after he got all the information, she would ask to have her money back for the product she bought. She, once again, would get no where because of the fact that she doesn’t have the receipt which is needed to return the product.

“Why can’t I return this without the receipt? The man that was over here said that you all keep a record of the sales. Just look me up.” Demanded the lady.

“Alright, well what’s your name?” Asked the manager.

“Sarah Greene.”

“Well, we couldn’t find anything with that name. We only keep track of names if you have a rewards card.”

“Well, that’s really dumb.”

“There’s nothing really we can do for you. If you’re not on record, then you need a receipt. If you don’t have that, then there’s nothing we can do.”

At that moment, the woman was enraged. She jumped over the desk and started beating on the register, trying to open it. After her ineffective hammering, she told him to open it for her as he called over security. Security was this big bald headed guy with large arms.
The security guard grabbed the girl and forced her to the ground, as he called the police. While on the phone, she stabbed him in the leg with a sharp object, and managed to wriggle out from under him. She grabbed a bat-like object and bashed the manager in the head. As she winded up to swing the bat into him again, Jason grabbed the bat from her. She tried to keep the bad, but once it slipped out of her hands, she ran for the door. Where the security guard was waiting for her. She turned and ran to the back of the store. Other employees tended to the now unconscious manager. Jason, as an employee is not allowed to physically touch a customer in any circumstance. But as she was running through the isles another man jumped out to stop her, but he missed, only clipping her. She spun and fumbled into a wall of shelves, which fell backwards from the force of her hit. One of the metal hangers which held up some items, impaled her. She managed to get up and stumble away, but at this point the large security officer tackled her to the ground. The police showed up and minutes later a couple ambulances. The woman was losing a lot of blood and the manager was still unconscious. The story was aired on the news, with gruesome photos of the shelving, the blunt object which had struck the manager in the head along with the sharp object which was stuck in the security guard’s leg. Before the ambulance left, Jason put the item she tried to return in with her. And quietly said, “thank you.”