The last time I brought my kid to work, they ended up burning the hole place down. It started with me having to service a woman who stomped in, the size of a loaded truck, demanding I sell her sandals that were about 35 sizes to small for the landmines she called her feat. When I told her they wouldn’t fit, she started demanding I get her fitted immediately. I told her the only way she’d get fitted is through the Grand Canyon. So she stomps out, and as she’s doing this, my kid is playing with a lit candle that they stole from a nearby store, and the shaking of the ground causes them to drop it on a bunch of empty sandal boxes that are lying around (I haven’t moved them in two weaks (not my job and I’m not getting payed extra to do this kind of crap)), so the boxes caught fire. It spread very quickly and before we knew it, the entire store burned to the ground. I figured it was about time this hapined so I could get employed elsewhere, but low and bee hold, my boss (the owner of the store) rebuilt the place faster then I could hand in a resignation letter. So I’m still working hear, probably until the day I choke to deaf on the fumes of the obees wildebeasts that roam inside, asking for sandals every day.