Party Girl
I worked overnights about a week before Christmas. Suddenly I hear a meek voice saying Excuse me but do you have a phone? I looked up to see a rail-thin woman in a yellow dress that looked like it was basically falling off. Her black hair was a mess, and she only had on one sock. Makeup was streaming down her face where she had been crying.
I told her that the phone was upfront, and the self-checkout lady would gladly let her use it. I never found out for sure, but she told our self-checkout lady that she had been at a party, got in a fight with her boyfriend, and got kicked out.