The Insults
The woman sighed, then chuckled. There was venom in her laughter, a certain poison lingering in her hazel eyes that made Ana step back.
“You don’t look like a stupid girl,” she seethed. “Are you stupid?” “Ma’am, please be respectful,” Ana wanted to interject.
But she knew how some of these things went. The customer was always right; she might lose her job if she talked back.
