Karma's Money

I kept the pleasant smile on my face even though inside I was seething.
I couldn't believe it. I'd paid full price for the shirt just the day before, and now I could only get back half of the money I'd paid because my shirt had gone on sale today? What sort of stupid sale system was that?! It was obvious on the receipt that I'd paid the full amount the day before. And I desperately needed that money. More so than the new shirt I'd been saving up for. But...bills had to be paid. Even if I would have to dip into my savings, again, in order to make it up this time. Because the dullard at the till refused to listen to me with his condensending smirk. And there wasn't a thing I could do. Because I could read and the words "manager" on above his name tag were a giant clue that I wouldn't be getting any more help from this place.
I kept the kind smile though. Took what little money I could get back since some was better than none, and turned on my heel stalking from the wrongly named "Angel's Halo" as quickly as I could. The Devil lurked inside that store and I hoped Karma bit him hard when the time was right.

-Inspiration from standing in line waiting to return an item. (I got back the exact amount I paid so no worries)