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I went to the mall today to pick up a few last-minute odds and ends. While I was there, I saw a woman I remembered from the days when I worked there.
Every year it was the same. She would stomp into my department (housewares), pick fifteen randomly-selected queen-size sheet sets, then stomp up to the counter, angrily announce that she had just done all her Christmas shopping, and glare at me as if I were personally responsible for forcing her to undergo this annual inconvenience.
So, naturally, I would always think of her as "Angry Sheet Lady."
Today, as I was passing by my old store, I saw her again, angrily stomping out with three bags full of (I assume) queen-size sheet sets, and looking angrier than ever.
I always wondered what Christmas was like at her house.
Every year it was the same. She would stomp into my department (housewares), pick fifteen randomly-selected queen-size sheet sets, then stomp up to the counter, angrily announce that she had just done all her Christmas shopping, and glare at me as if I were personally responsible for forcing her to undergo this annual inconvenience.
So, naturally, I would always think of her as "Angry Sheet Lady."
Today, as I was passing by my old store, I saw her again, angrily stomping out with three bags full of (I assume) queen-size sheet sets, and looking angrier than ever.
I always wondered what Christmas was like at her house.
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