Boxing Day (sort of. mostly retail hell) This was a new thing for Anya. Okay, most things were. But this whole boxing day thing? It had nothing to do with sweaty men punching each other. Or boxes, except for the boxes of returns that were piling up at The Magic Box where she worked.
Amidst the returns, she's trying to get customers to put down expensive things or to buy the expensive things, and not return anything ever because she doesn't want to give them the money back. That's her money, now. Hers. she doesn't want to let go of it.
"You can't return that," she says, looking at the person that approaches her cash wrap. "I'm not doing any more returns. You cannot have your money back. Now go."
Stranded "No- that's not possible. I said a two-day stay. Two days! Can't you fit me in? I paid a deposit. I put money down!" A small blonde woman was yelling at a poor desk clerk. "Check again. Anya Jenkins. American. Two day stay." She's already irritated, and the clerk seems eager to get rid of her.
"I'm sorry miss, we're out of rooms-" the clerk begins, but Anya continues on.
"This must be how that poor pregnant woman felt. When they put her in the stable." Which gives her an idea. "I wish to speak with your manager." That was the way things got done.
Anya Jenkins | Buffy | Human
This was a new thing for Anya. Okay, most things were. But this whole boxing day thing? It had nothing to do with sweaty men punching each other. Or boxes, except for the boxes of returns that were piling up at The Magic Box where she worked.
Amidst the returns, she's trying to get customers to put down expensive things or to buy the expensive things, and not return anything ever because she doesn't want to give them the money back. That's her money, now. Hers. she doesn't want to let go of it.
"You can't return that," she says, looking at the person that approaches her cash wrap. "I'm not doing any more returns. You cannot have your money back. Now go."
Stranded
"No- that's not possible. I said a two-day stay. Two days! Can't you fit me in? I paid a deposit. I put money down!" A small blonde woman was yelling at a poor desk clerk. "Check again. Anya Jenkins. American. Two day stay." She's already irritated, and the clerk seems eager to get rid of her.
"I'm sorry miss, we're out of rooms-" the clerk begins, but Anya continues on.
"This must be how that poor pregnant woman felt. When they put her in the stable." Which gives her an idea. "I wish to speak with your manager." That was the way things got done.
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