The first thing she did was interrupt one of my coworkers who was in mid conversation with another client. I waved her over.

"Could you get me Cindy?" She says. "She knows I'm coming." It is 15 minutes before we close. Sure. I radio Cindy. She will be out in a minute. I tell the customer.

A different coworker walks by. "Are you Cindy?" The Karen asks. No. She'll be out in a minute. Less than a minute has passed. She approaches me again. "I'd like to pull up my order so I can look at it with Cindy". Sure she'll be out in a minute. "They told me that five minutes ago!"

Less than a minute has passed. I radio Cindy again. She says she'll be right out. I start putting away my searches. "I still want to pull up my order! I want to speak to your manager."

I radio a manager. "I just want to pull up my order so I can look at it with Cindy". "We try to stay with our own clients," I tell her. I am thinking: I am not Cindy. I am not Cindy's assistant.

"I'm not her client, I just spoke to her once," she huffs. Bitch that ain't what you said. You said you called and told her you were coming. You have an appointment with Cindy. "I misunderstood that," I tell her. (I did not.)

I can pull your order up here. I move to my computer. She does not follow. "Ma'am? I can pull up your order." She comes over. Cindy comes out. "Here is Cindy." Cindy knows her by sight and greets her by name.

My manager wants to know wtf is going on. I do not know how to explain, other than to say: "she was upset she had to wait for Cindy", but that is not why she is upset. She is upset because she wants every single person working to wait on her at the same time.

Less than a minute has passed

We have since closed. I left. Cindy is, as far as I know, still there with her.

I hope she eats glass.

willing that for you

same

I'm going to eat a salad and grumble "I am not Cindy's fucking assistant!" to my empty apartment