Your character is in line at a department store waiting to return a pair of shoes. How will they react to a long line and one teller?
She knew she would regret buying that pair of shoes. She only ever wore heels, for work, and slippers, for home, so buying that pair of fancy high-heeled boots was completely unnecessary. Why had she bought it anyway? Expressing her unconscious desire for the day her life would be more than just work and an empty home?
Going shopping for shoes had taken a precious thirty minutes out of her already-full day. Coming back to return them was going to take another ten minutes at least. She did the mental calculations as she backed into a finally-available parking lot. Five minutes from the carpark to the store, five minutes to locate the refunds counter, five minutes to talk to the staff, or ten if they didn't want to give her a refund.
She didn't think she'd have much trouble on that score, though. If she could 'persuade' a lazy waitress to show up for work on time and cajole a set of circuit boards to become a functioning machine, getting a shoe-store guy to help her out shouldn't be a problem.
Refunds counter. She hadn't shopped enough to use it before, but had no trouble finding it. She could read signs, after all. The overhead arrow promised she'd find it 'fifty metres up ahead', so at first she sailed straight past the twenty-deep queue of people without connecting the dots between it and her destination.
Then she realized that the queue ended – or rather, started – at the counter, above which was perched a big downwards-pointing arrow. Refunds counter.
She hadn't forgotten that it was Christmas again, had she? She quickly checked her phone calendar. No, it was firmly in the middle of a very boring August. Then why on earth was everyone and their mother recreating the Great Wall of China in the middle of this department store? On the one blue-moon night that she, Kendall Morgan, decided to venture into an area that wasn't her workplace?
Again she did the math. Given that the single teller at the counter was in danger of being outpaced by a glacier, she didn't see the twenty-man queue moving anywhere fast. She could spend the rest of her night and possibly part of next morning congealing in the queue. Or she could bring the shoes home and…well, the eighty bucks she'd dropped on them were gone, and she definitely begrudged the closet space she'd have to make for the shoes, but at least she could spend her night solidifying over work she hadn't been able to clear, as opposed to in this queue.
Or hey, she could bring the shoes to work with her the next day. Too many of her employees had been underperforming. Maybe she could finally give them the boot.