So, it's my second day. Save for some regular retail shenanigans, everything is going as planned. People are personable and usually courteous, even when we read our scripts about accepting used games, asking for subscriptions or inquiring about pre-orders.
Then, The Ninthing steps in. And I don't mean
any Ninthing, I mean the Hive Queen. She is where they draw their collective will.
She was in her forties, overweight and wearing some tight white top with sweat decorating it in all the wrong places. She's got thick rimmed glasses that accent her Pugsly-like face, wearing a GameCube visor with her ponytail held in place by a Mario scrunchie. That's not all - she's wearing a Nintendo fanny pack and tight, short blue shorts. And she has a Yoshi wristband. Here is the best rendering I can do of her:

I knew from first sight that she didn't want any help; she's the type that feels automatically, she knows way more about every possible Nintendo product you can imagine. Or want to imagine. She made her way to the DS section to pick up copies of Cake Mania and some other stylus crap. Then she demanded assistance with the Game Boy Advance glass case to pick out something like Yu-gi-Oh: Trading Card Game XVI: Budakake Edition.
As I helped one customer with a return, she got agitated and began to raise her voice, so another employee helped her. She was also there to pick up her Pokemon reservations and she had pre-ordered five of each. Well, we gave out the reservation extras (some stylus Pokemon crap) on a first come, first serve basis and she decided not to come on Sunday (obviously, her job [guessing here] selling crap on eBay must be really stressful!). She was outraged! How dare we abide by company policy! She will speak to our manager's manager's manager (direct quote)!
She pays for the stuff in cash and throws the bills on the counter and says, "Keep the change, you're going to need it!" She turns around, and begins to walk angrily, her massive butt cheeks moving like fault lines. And before she opens the door (and slams it), she audibly farts.