The Whole World In Your Hands

"Alright, I'll let you go, but only this once," you concede and point to the exit.

"Thank you!" the girl exclaims, and before departing she gives you a flash to remember her.

"Well that's nice," you remark as you watch her leave the store.

Your manager motions you over with a gesture. Walking over to him, he wears a smile on his face. "That was good," he nods satisfactorily. "Excellent work. You know just how much money Wal-Mart needs, 15% of all purchases just isn't enough. So guess what. I'm a little old, and I feel like retiring. I'm going to give you my job. You're the new manager."

As he hands over the manager's vest to you, you feel the power being handed over. This is no mere vest. This gives you the right to command everyone in the store. You are the man, you are god to these pitiful mortals.

To show your newfound power, you begin to strut like you've never strut before. All of the Mexican and Asian immigrant workers gaze upon your godly form, the next generation of power.

And what exactly is it you do with this power?