300 mice

       If 300 mice escaped at the pet shop that I worked, I would be angered. I would probably run about the shop, curb stomping the many mice as I went. The job probably would have stressed me out to begin with, and this incident probably would have been the last straw. I would angrily walk towards the door, disregarding the mice underneath my feet, and leave my uniform on the front counter. I wouldn't even leave a two weeks notice. The mice would have broken me as a humble worker.