Complaints about a screw up.

Remi had worked her way down an entire hallway already, depositing the collected laundry back in the machines downstairs and taking the opportunity to yell at Safiya's lazy stoner ass more for ruining her work day. She had even made it halfway down the second floor before there were any major issues-- but there were always issues when Remi had to clean up after Safiya.

She was finally feeling like she had things under control when she knocked on a door in the middle of the hallway. "Laundry service," she announced to those inside. Business as usual. She yawned, waiting for any sort of response but hoping that none would come and that she would be able to keep going. In the middle of her yawn, though, someone opened the door to the room.

"Really?" the man jeered. "Yawning, on the job?"

Seriously, man? Remi thought to herself. She knew better than to say it out loud, though. She wasn't Safiya, so she didn't have the same issues with mouthing off at guests that Safiya did. It was a miracle that that woman was able to actually hold this job down, one that Remi unfortunately enabled every day.

"I'm sorry, sir," Remi said, cutting her yawn short and standing up straight. "Do you have any laundry I could take care of for you, sir?"

"After last time? Not a chance in hell," the man said. Suddenly this guest's bad attitude made more sense. Had Safiya screwed up somehow and not warned Remi about it? Probably. It had happened before-- on more than one occasion.

The guest produced a small pink khaki dress shirt. He didn't look happy about it. "Does this look right to you?" he asked, shoving it into Remi's arms. She didn't really know what to do with the tiny garment.

"Uh," she said. "My associate must he made a mistake and washed the whites with the colors..."

"Ohno you don't," the man said. "You're not going to make those kinds of excuses anymore. There's going to be hell to pay for this, I promise you, young lady."

Remi's eyes widened.