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If anyone ever told you that my pop's store gave you good service, they were lying. They give crap-a** service. You know why? Because I'm the one you see every damn time you come here. If I like you, I won't ignore you. If I don't and you're lucky, I'll pretend you don't exist. If I don't know you, then you get pointed in all the wrong directions until you're brain explodes from trying to find a simple bottle of tylenol.
Why do I do this?
Because its simply hilarious.
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Sophia's mother and father have decided to hire someone to help Sophia handle the store. So they hire a very responsible young boy.
The boy, about Sophia's age, is appalled by her treatment of the customers, and wonder why people still come there. So he tries to break Sophia of her habit of confusing the residents of the small town.

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Name: Sophia Langdon
Age: 16
Personality: sarcastic, apathetic, rude and generally mean spirited.
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It was nine at night, and Sophia had the closing shift. She was sitting on a ladder, glaring at the diapers she was arranging. Stupid pull-ups. she thought to herself, picking up a large package of night-pants. She began to sort them by brand and then by size, bored almost to tears.
She looked up as someone came in, growling silently. "We're closed!" she called out rudely.

"Oh, hey Newbie." she climbed down the ladder, "Yeah, that's me." she looked at him, "Sweep up and organize the diapers." she told him sternly, "Brand and then size." She grabbed a broom and shoved it into his hands, "Got it?"

"Lock you in," she rolled her eyes, walking over to the cash register.