Undercover

The boy saw Raven watching him with suspicion. He saw her bend over to straighten the bottom shelf of a rack, flashing some butt cheek. He picked up a video game and walked over to her. "Hey, doll. Is this a good game?"

"Don't call me, doll. This isn't the 1950s, meathead."

Meathead? Though the boy. "I'll go ahead and tell you now. I'm the undercover manager from corporate. I'm here to judge you on your job performance."

"Oh really? They train you to act like a chauvanist?"

"I did not act that way," said the boy, "and you must call me 'sir.'"

"Yes, sir."

"Now, I noticed you're not wearing panties. That's good."

"Thank you."

"But are you holding a quarter in butt cheeks?"

"What?"

"You need to keep a quarter in your butt cheeks with the heads side facing out. Then you tell customers you have quarter in your butt cheeks, and if they can guess the year, it's theirs. It's the new idea the feminists vice president came up with. She said male managers and employees could never pull that off."

"Yeah, they can't, but um...I don't have one, sir."

"Well, get one first chance you get, and do not let it drop. Also, please tell me you eat lunch in the nude in the employee break room. It's the way strong feminist employees show they are not afraid of anything."

"I'll start today, sir."

"So you have not been doing that either? You have been getting regular directions for weeks now. What is your excuse?"

"I don't have one, sir. I'm sorry."

"That's OK, but I have a favor to ask."