Author's Note: My mother is a badass; this is based off of an experience she told me about when she worked at a large retailer. This is why you never rob a store just before closing. CASHIERS GET CRAZY PISSED NEAR THE END OF THE DAY.

Also. Threw in some puppyshipping just because. :)

Grumpy Cashier

Joey sighed as he heard the bell on the door jingle and looked up slowly from the register. He felt his blood run cold as he saw the knife, and he felt himself go rigid on instinct in preparation for a fight. However, he stood merely stood there, looking for all the world like a sheep ready to be told where to go and what to do.

The man brandished his knife threateningly. "Open your register and gimme your money, bitch!"

At that, the blond immediately scowled. It was just him closing tonight, he was tired, he was hungry, and he was angry that the date that he'd been planning was probably canceled. Today was not good. In fact, it had been a Very Bad Day. And he was in a Very Bad Mood.

"Well, gimme your money! I'm not askin' you again!" the man snarled, glaring at him.

Joey slammed his hands down on the counter and glared at him, leaning forward just a little bit. "NO! Ya know what, I'm too damn tired for this! Get the fuck out!"

The would-be robber was startled, to say the least. "B-but—"

"GET OUT BEFORE I LEAP OVER THIS COUNTER AND PUMMEL YOU INTO A MUSH THAT NOT EVEN YOUR MOTHER WILL RECOGNIZE!" the blond roared, one hand balling into a fist.

The man sputtered in confusion. "B-but I have a knife, and you got nothin'—"

"If I get my hands on you," Joey began icily. "That knife will not be able to save you."

The man stared at him for a moment in terror, then turned and scampered out of the store.

Seto stepped aside so he could leave, raising an eyebrow as he saw the patron shoving a knife into his pocket. "Um-?"

"I wouldn't go in there if I were you. That cashier's crazy," he exclaimed, before dashing out of sight.

Seto watched him go, still puzzled, then stepped into the game shop. "You ready to go, puppy?"

"Fucking shit damn hell fuck shit fuck damn UGH!"

"…Bad day?"

"Customers are stupid and on top of all that, THAT GUY JUST TRIED TO ROB ME!" Joey snarled, pointing at the door.

The brunet blinked in surprise. "…Do you want me to call the police or something?"

"No, I think I pretty much made him piss his pants. He'll never come here when I'm working anyway." Joey locked the register and hopped over the counter. "Dinner, please!"

"…Okay."

In all honesty, my mother wasn't nearly so loud or mean. She just glared at the would-be robber and said, "No. Absolutely not. Go rob her register. *points to neighboring register* I'm not in the mood for this, damn it! GO AWAY!" And he did. :| Cashiers are SRS BSNS.