The metal cart banged on the swinging door of the cooler as the stocker emerged from the chilly room onto the sales floor.
A group of shoppers turned at the noise, and noticed the bundled-up young man.
“What are you wearing a coat for?” One of them asked, grabbing the collar of the garment.
“It’s cold in there,” he replied.
“Are you a pussy? I wouldn’t need a coat to work in there!”
“Well if I was as full of hot air as you, I wouldn’t need a coat either.”
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