The Last Two Words of Your Story Are Just She Cried. Period.

"I was about 15 or 16 and there's a manager who likes to mess around with new people. She asked her to refill the drinking fountain that was at the front of the store," he said. "And so she, well, what do I use? Oh, you use the mop bucket." He told her it wasn't a real thing and that he was just having her do it because it was her first day.