It was September of 2019, I was 16 years old working at a Harris Teeter. Hurricane Florence was bearing down on my town and bringing destruction. It got so bad that even the Waffle House in the area had to close. I was supposed to work in the middle of the storm because for some godforesaken reason my store stayed open through the storm, but I had told my managed there was no chance this would happen as I had no safe way to get to the store and she understood. Now this wasn’t like a normal hurricane that was in and out in a day but rather it sat directly on top of Wilmington for a few days. In the middle of the storm, I get a call from the assistant store manager begging me to come in because apparently there had just been a riot in the store. During the riot several employees had been injured and had to be transported to the hospital, and they needed me to come in to pick up the slack. I ended up telling them that I was unable to come in and they could fire me if they wanted but I wasn’t going to risk my life driving through flooded streets to get to a store where I was making $8/hour.