A salesperson dealing with a customer's complaint

June 4th, 2008, was a memorable day; it was because I had barely turned thirteen and the delight of being a teenager with its entire antecedent had no limits
And I have a semblance of freedom, no longer tied to the Mother’s apron so speak.
Besides being a teenager comes with some responsibility. In addition, I can take a walk to the shop and find some foodstuffs and also perform some household chores. Even so, my Father is a disciplinarian thus we have rules and regulations that must be observed and one of those principles is that we must be in the house during the holidays to study. Our outings are usually weekends and during the weekdays we have 4 hours of playing in the park very close to the house. And if you think mother will save you from the punishment that follows the breaking of any of the rules you are wrong. In addition she was stricter than father; it appears to me that my parents are inseparable.
Moreover, from time to time, I do sneak out of the house to visit Houston Memorial Store. Although the store is close to my home, Houston Memorial Store is unarguably the most stocked stores in all of Houston. It was built in 1960, as a retail store with over 30 outlets scattered around Houston Texas.
Moreover, I always enjoy watching Mr. Wood attends to customers; he is 6ft tall, blue eyes, brown hair and athletic expression. And He seems like a footballer. Although Mother told me Mr. Wood has been working in the store as a salesperson before I was born, now a kind of senior sales person. And on the said day I saw an old lady 5ft7” tall, long gray hair, and full of expression.
And she wore a pair of glasses, and looked just like Grandmother. My heart sank, she held an electric blender close to her chest, from the look on her face I know that a cascade of arguments shall follow, I watched closely and