The older woman

You head over towards the kiosk and quickly checkout the woman there counting cash. She's probably in her early fifties with bleached blond hair, and very much the look of someone who thinks they are twenty years younger than they really are. Her blouse already has the top couple of buttons undone showing a rather respectable cleavage for a woman her age, and her skirt rides rather highly up her thigh.

You watch her for a few minutes as she continues to count change into the till, before finally striking. A click of your fingers and the roll of quarters in her hand splits, the whole stack flying everywhere and showering down around her. Trying to get out of the way she steps back, hitting her chair and falling out of the kiosk, arms and legs flailing before finally hitting the floor, her skirt having ridden up enough that the big beige panties she is wearing are now on clear display to everyone in the entry hall.