Sharon had been working in retail for two months and had already become immune to every kind of bullshit customers could throw at her. Since she worked in an area with a high magical population, she was also immune to most kinds of fireball customers could throw at her.

During her first week, a warlock insisted on speaking to the manager when Sharon didn’t accept his expired coupons, and the store was continually plagued by necromancers resurrecting things in the butcher section.

The pay wasn’t worth it, but since Sharon was struggling to make rent, she couldn’t afford to quit.