Back to the sales clerks...

"Bloody customers, thinking they can leave messes anywhere they like," Rita muttered as she dragged the mop to the changing room. "And bloody Danielle. Just because she has the biggest tits around doesn't mean she gets to boss the rest of us around!"

"Rita, sweetie, you all good?" Danielle's voice echoed down the hall. Rita grimaced at the sound - Danielle was always using that faux happy voice, the one that dripped sweetness and venom, even when there wasn't even a customer in the store. "I wish I could help you, but I have to man the checkout. I'm so sorry, I hope you understand."

Rita plastered her own fake smile on her face. "Of course," she chirped back. "After all, it's just my job to do the dirty work."

"You're such a dear!"

She didn't even grace that one with a response, instead slamming down the bucket and mop so she could continue her bitter complaining in peace.