Comic book girl. I'm pretty sure I'm sick but my manager is more sick than me so I gotta work. I just spent two hours sorting our comics boxes. I had them laid on a table, ready to be filed. I stop to help a customer. While I'm behind the counter, a hoard of crotchgoblins burst through my door and immediately slam into the table, scattering the comics across the floor. The mom, who was outside smoking, rushes in, apologizing profusely and drags her kids out. I got so angry I started crying.