‘No, you didn’t.’
Fists flew. Slaps stung. She screamed. I screamed.
‘Surrender!’ I said, holding her in a headlock.
‘Get off, you crazy cow.’
I released her, and she scurried away.
I went to work the next day, feeling quite pleased with myself—again, I was the Shopping Wrestling Champion.
‘Michaela,’ said a man’s voice. I looked up at Paul, the company boss. ‘Meet your new office manager Susan.’
I faced Susan and gasped. My new manager was my latest shopping victim.