Deadly obsession-9

Greg-“Please,mot just yet.It was a rough day.I set up that new store.I’m really tired.” Prissy looked disappointed but she obliged.
Prissy-“I guess it’s different when you sit at a computer all day long and only have to deal with angry people who just want to yell at you.”
Greg-“I guess.I get yelled at too. I’m the sales rep.If a product that sells well gets backordered and the store feels it’s losing profit from sales that didn’t happen,I get yelled at.The lady I worked with this morning got mad at me a few years ago when a driver put the order in her stock room instead of putting it on the shelf.Nicole found it and saved it for me the next time I showed up.She reamed me a new one.”
Prissy-“Well,you don’t have to worry about her anymore.”

Greg-“Why?”
Prissy-“You said you went there today.You took care of the order yourself? She was happy? No yelling? No more worries.”
Greg-“Yeah,but if a driver fucks up again,she’ll know how to find me.”