Madison turned to see an elderly woman approaching her. She was carrying something in the palm of her hand, and it took a second for Madison to realize the old woman was carrying an equally old man, only about two inches tall.
"Could you help my husband? We're here to get printer ink. He knows what we're looking for, but he needs someone to carry him and I really need to go to the bathroom. Would you mind?" The older woman grinned expectantly.
"Sure. Here," Madison shut down her register. Customers did shit like this all the time. She didn't understand why the trip back to the printer ink couldn't wait, but Box-Mart's motto "The Customer is King," was also a promise. She was basically this old man's hostage until his wife got out of the bathroom.
Madison took the feeble, grumpy looking old man into her own hands and began to walk. On the way back to the printing supplies...
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