That’s Her Reality And She’s Sticking To It

I’ve worked in a large retail store for nearly a year now, and I’ve been promoted to cashier duties as I have turned seventeen. I am known for giving out my own bought stickers to the kids that come in.

A customer comes up with a kid. I look at the woman’s son bouncing around.

Me: “Hey, kid, you want a sticker?”

His eyes light up.

Boy: “Sticker!”

I hand him a food-themed sticker. The customer grabs her son by the arm.

Customer: “My son has allergies you know. He can’t have peanuts! And look what you gave him!”

I look at the sticker and see it’s a peanut one.

Me: “There’re no actual nuts in it—”

Customer: *Huffs* “If my son dies, I’m suing you for every cent you’ve got!”

She glared at me like I’d spat on her and pranced her way out of the store head held high as her son put the sticker on his face.