We got a thousand points of light for the homeless man

Man, here I was thinking it was going to slow down after Halloween was over. Slow down, indeed. I did over $3200 on my register alone. MADNESS. And at the peak of one of the rushes, one woman's elderly diabetic mother collapsed, dragging her cart down on top of her, and all the cashiers raced off in different directions to return with sugar packets and three half-empty bottles of pop for her, while I stayed to help prop her up and tried to release her death grip on the cart. Her daughter is trying to get her to drink the pop and it's spilling all over her clothes and it's fairly obvious to all onlookers that something is going down here, but that didn't stop one man from stepping over her prone form to get to my register and demanding that I open up.

Hey sure buddy I'll get right on that. I got nothin' else going on right now. Lift your left foot, will you? I think you're standing on her hat.

She recovered after a few minutes and we were able to get her over to the bench by the registers until she felt good enough to totter out of the store assisted by her daughter and another customer who had stopped to help, and Myron mopped up the spilled soda, and things returned to business as usual. But so help me, that man does not know how close I came to kicking him square in the nuts.