I looked in the mirror and knew I would have to adjust my look. I pulled my unwashed hair in a ponytail, didn't apply makeup and decided to wear my mother's purple running suit with loafers and white socks.
Glasses instead of contacts almost completed the look. I needed one more touch and slid a slim pillow so it looked like I had a tummy too.
I parked a few blocks away so I could go by the spy shop for a camera and microphone. They were installed in my purse and even linked to my iPhone.
I stopped in front of the store and pretended to window shop. The manager ignored me and a younger employee turned on her heel and walked to the back of the store.
I walked in and said, "Hey-ay! How you doin'?" She looked me up and down.
"We don't carry your size." She turned her back on me.
I laughed annoyingly. "It ain't fer me, but my niece and she is the size of the youngin' in the back there. Ask her to come on back out here, would ya?"
"Marisa?" The curtains flew black with annoyed force and she stormed forward on six inch stilettos. "This woman says her niece is your size and would like to shop for her."
Marisa sighed. "Listen, lady, you can't afford it here, so go to a discount store." She walked off again.
I called my original store and told them to close down and head to the second store. I just stood there and began to change my appearance a bit. I also pulled up the records of the manager and the clerk and selected termination papers. They were both at will employees still, so I then calculated their wages and printed their checks on their own printer.
The manager gasped and then the clerk came running out. I handed them their packets and checks and told them to get out.
They stood there open-mouthed and then walked out the door, both in tears.
My crew showed up and made sure all was secured and closed up the shop with a sign that said 'Closed for Remodeling'. I locked the door.
Sometimes intelligence can interfere with a simple matter while dealing with the ignorant.
"Marisa?" The curtains flew black with annoyed force and she stormed forward on six inch stilettos. "This woman says her niece is your size and would like to shop for her."
Marisa sighed. "Listen, lady, you can't afford it here, so go to a discount store." She walked off again.
I called my original store and told them to close down and head to the second store. I just stood there and began to change my appearance a bit. I also pulled up the records of the manager and the clerk and selected termination papers. They were both at will employees still, so I then calculated their wages and printed their checks on their own printer.
The manager gasped and then the clerk came running out. I handed them their packets and checks and told them to get out.
They stood there open-mouthed and then walked out the door, both in tears.
My crew showed up and made sure all was secured and closed up the shop with a sign that said 'Closed for Remodeling'. I locked the door.
Sometimes intelligence can interfere with a simple matter while dealing with the ignorant.
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