|Posted by Thatch 22 on January 19, 2016 at 3:30 PM|
Smelly Mystery Shopper Marge
Mystery shopper Marge had always loved industrial Denver with its mammoth, misty malls. It was a place where she felt happy.
She was a smelly, brave, cocoa drinker with strong abs and greasy toenails. Her friends saw her as a shrill, super saint. Once, she had even rescued a spewmungous baby bird from a burning building. That's the sort of woman she was.
Mystery shopper Marge walked over to a window and reflected on her picturesque surroundings. The rain hammered like shopping foxes.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Angry Scheduler from the Mongo Mystery Shoppping company. Angry was a helpful, overworked person with ample abs and charming toenails.
Mystery shooper Marge gulped. She was not prepared for Angry.
As Mystery stepped outside and Angry came closer, she could see the glinty glint in her eye.
Angry gazed with the affection of 4310 snotty careful cats. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a cheap shop done tonight."
Mystery shopper Marge looked back, even more relaxed and still fingering the enchanted torch. "Angry, I need a bigger bonus," she replied.
They looked at each other with mixed feelings, like two grated, gentle giraffes sleeping at a very friendly wedding, which had flute music playing in the background and two cowardly uncles dancing to the beat.
Mystery regarded Angry's ample abs and charming toenails. "I feel the same way!" revealed Mystery shopper Marge with a delighted grin.
Angry looked irritable, her emotions blushing like a rare, roasted record.
Then Angry came inside for a nice mug of cocoa.
This story is fictional and does not represent any real mystery shopper, mystery shopping companies, or any schedulers that have ever worked with me.