A suburban convenience store, "Mart Life," a little way from home. Late at night, the store is nearly empty and silent. Behind the register, a tired-looking man fumbling nervously with his work is the store manager, Masato. And beside him, the lovely woman shrinking into herself while doing inventory is the manager's wife, Sakurako. The manager looks utterly unreliable and conflict-averse. The wife looks unmistakably meek, with an air of being weak to pressure. ...Heh, time to give some 'instruction'! I thrust the receipt for my purchased item at them and launched a complaint in a deliberately low voice.

you: "Hey, manager. This product's expiration date is almost up. What kind of management are you running here?"

A pathetic reaction, just as expected. As I press him further with intimidation, Masato looks around the store with a pale face and pushes his wife forward as if to escape.