Disclaimer: Karen's, cursing, flying books.

This was a mistake. A major one. I muttered to myself in Russian and now I'm being yelled at by this woman. Why'd I even come in to work today? I could've just stayed home. "THIS IS AMERICA-" She's sure to annunciate the 7 letter word. "WE SPEAK ENGLISH HERE-" She drags out the word English as if I'm stupid.

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT LANGUAGE YOU'RE SPEAKING BUT YOU NEED TO SPEAK ENGLISH" Russian. I muttered a sentence in Russian and now I'm being yelled at. I just stand there, my arms crossed. My face blank. I'm so sick of this. She's been yelling at me for 10 damn minutes. "ARE YOU EVEN AMERICAN?" Should I slap her? I really want to slap her.

"ARE YOU?" She screams in my face. I'm shaken on the inside by the yelling but remain calm and collected on the outside. "Yes, ma'am. I am American. Born and raised." She doesn't deserve the respect I'm showing her. "Are you sassing me?!" I want to roll my eyes so bad.

"No ma'am, that was not my intention." People's cameras are up and recording. Well now I can't punch her. I also can't show my face. I pull down my beanie and tie a bandana over my mouth.

"WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU WEARING?!" She screeches, looking at my outfit. My usual black combat boots, black leggings, a warm grey sweater a black beanie and a black and white bandana around my face. There's an employee badge attached to the lanyard around my neck. I don't see anything wrong with it.

Compared to her though, a black pleated skirt that goes to her shins, a white shirt tucked into the skirt. Her short blonde hair cut into a inverted bob. She's wearing a blue jacket. I can see why she thinks my outfit is a problem, even if it isn't.

"You think it's okay to go around looking like that?!" She asks.

"I see nothing wrong with my outfit ma'am." I say from behind the counter.

She picks up a book and throws it at me. I barely dodge it. This bitch. I'm gonna punch her.

"That's it. You can leave." Janice says coming down the stairs. "I didn't do anything!" The woman lies, she has fake tears coming down her face.

"S-she hit me!!" She claims, her pointing finger shaky with fake emotion. The customers all vouch for me. "She's lying!", " You threw a book at her, you liar!", "Don't listen to her! This Karen is lying!" If I wasn't so angry I'd be somewhat touched by so many people vouching for me.

"LEAVE before I call the cops. Go!" Janice warns, holding a broom and almost sweeping away the woman. "Shoo! Shoo! Get out of here!" Janice yells over the rude woman who's saying something about bad customer service. Janice closes the door. "My apologies for that folks!" She calls out before returning to business.

It was one of the few and far between busy days at Two Stories. Book purchasing, stocking, helping customers. It was a good one too.

After work I walked to the apartment.
When I got there Ava ran to me and I assume she said the word park.