Who would you pick as the Virgil to your Dante?

Theresa. Working retail she was the QUEEN of the coupon ladies. 4 feet tall, skin like leather that had been left in the sun for too long, and an extremely unfortunate face. Whenever she came in with her binders we'd have to call the store manager and let him know nothing was getting done that day. We'd be lucky if she left within 10 hours, and only after cleaning the shelves of every sale item. And let me tell you EVERY one of her 1,000 daily transactions was a battle of wits. She would try to trick you on every transaction. Some times she'd even throw in wrong coupons and then play coy when you caught her, like she was testing your defenses like the fucking raptors from Jurassic Park. By the time she finally left you'd be so brain dead that simple addition would give you a headache.

Anyway, after years of terror, she died. Heard it was some liver disease (explains the skin).

As weird as it sounds, years later I catch myself missing the bitch. These other coupon ladies try to come in with their wildly out of date coupons or hoping I won't notice the ounce range listed in the fine print, and I just look at them like "you are nothing". Theresa was the only one who could give me a challenge. She was my Virgil.

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