So just to preface this, I (19F) particularly hate grocery shopping and try to move through the store in my hometown as quickly as possible to avoid running into people I know.
About a month ago, I went into my local grocery store to pick up a couple of things, just a prescription and a box of mashed potatoes to go with what I was cooking that day. This meant I had to make a loop around to the back of the store. As I went around, I heard a woman pushing a cart and doing what I could only describe as growling. As I got closer, I overheard her loudly exclaiming “UGH. Does this store even SELL hand soap?! GRRRRRR.” to some other poor lady. The huffing and puffing and growling continued as I tried to avoid her, hoping she was distracted enough by the other poor shopper. But she caught sight of me as I was getting my mashed potatoes, and started chasing me down as I turned to run. I was wearing a black hoodie, black pants, and a hat, and the employees wear either white shirts with black aprons or black long sleeve shirts. “HEY YOU! YOU WORK HERE RIGHT? WHERE IS THE DAMN HAND SOAP?” I froze in my tracks. “Sorry, I don’t-”
“HOW ARE YOU OUT OF SOAP IN A PANDEMIC?”
“Don’t work here” is all I could muster as I picked up the pace away from this lady who, to this day, is probably still in a frenzy looking for hand soap. By the noises she was making you would have thought hand soap was the cure for lycanthropy. I don’t remember if it was a full moon. I bet she would have killed me for the last bottle of Dial Gold. Harrowing.
EDIT: thanks for the upvotes and silver, ya’ll. Might have to melt it down into bullets in case Karen transforms and comes after me.