STAY CLOSE TO ME
They start throwing ketchup packets, stomping on the floors I just mopped, flipping chairs.
"Hi, Sir... we're about to close. How can I help you?" I ask, my voice shaky, part fear, part frustration. There's no security tonight. I'm alone. As I try to clean up after them again, one of the men suddenly grabs my wrist and slams me against the wall.
I gasp.