A woman tying up her apron | Source: Pexels
A woman tying up her apron | Source: Pexels

“Hey, Grace! Ready for another exciting day of juice-making?” My coworker, Ally, called out from behind the counter.

I laughed, shaking my head. “You know it! Gotta keep those entitled customers happy, right?”

But as I said those words, a knot formed in my stomach. There was one customer in particular who always seemed to go out of her way to make our lives miserable.

We called her “Miss Pompous” behind her back, a fitting name for someone who acted like she owned the place every time she walked through the door.

A smiling juice bar attendant | Source: Midjourney
A smiling juice bar attendant | Source: Midjourney

I tried to push thoughts of her aside as I started my shift. I needed this job, not just for me