Boobjob Robbie was our store manager who was now making his way up from the back. I could see him coming and he was pulled aside by Henry. You could see Robbie anywhere in the as he is 6’7”. I was 6’2” and I felt short around him.
I could tell by the look on his face that Henry must have told him ‘our Karen’ was here. He looked defeated before he even made it to the counter.
“Fifty-Seven,” Shell called clicking the customer counter as she did, and Karen stepped to the counter.
“How may-“
Boobjob Karen cut her off, “That piece of junk computer you sold me six seeks ago won’t turn on!”
“Ma’am did you make sure it was plugged in,” Shell asked?
Yes, I understand it is an insulting question for those of you reading this. However, it is one of the most common problems people face when their computer will not come on. That is why in pretty much every electronics manual there is it says make sure it is plugged in, has batteries, etc.
Boobjob Karen looked like she was going to need EMS, like she would stroke out as her eyes narrowed.
“You little…,” She bit it off. “Let me speak the manager,” Karen demanded.
Robbie stepped forward looking like he had rather been stabbed in the balls that deal with Karen. To me, the madder she got the more I thought what my dad had told me a few months ago about angry women.
Mom had been being kind of bitchy for a few days to all of us. I had come home from practice and heard mom snap at dad in the kitchen, then it got suddenly quite I walked into the kitchen to see what no one Boobjob should ever see. Dad had mom bent over the table, pounding her. I turned and ran out of the house. Yeah, I knew my mom and dad had sex, but I did not need to see it.
