In retail, the customer is always right, but she’s also often ridiculous. Some people can’t handle a boundary that smells like vanilla. The worker’s politeness barely masks the quiet exhaustion of someone who’s seen grown adults crumble faster than cookies. In the end, the woman vows to return Monday when her chosen manager is back, surely unaware she’s become the plot of a workplace comedy the staff will retell for months. Nothing says modern entitlement like someone trying to custom-order a metaphor for patience.
