When the manager opened the door to unit 666, it was a deathtrap waiting to be sprung! There were stinging bugs everywhere, you know, the deadly malevolent kind that bite you till you’re dead! The manager acted like he couldn’t even see them until I pointed them out. That’s when he showed just how little he cared by saying that there are bugs everywhere this time of year. His nonchalance and blasé attitude clearly showed the low opinion he has for customers, or for all that is good, as far as that goes. His disregard for the well-being of others was confirmed when I pointed out that the swarm’s nest was in the corner of the unit, likely sheltering tens of thousands more of the deadly scourge along with their hell-bent magna mater squeezing out her demon spawn. The manager simply ignored this apocalyptic presence. Ignored it! Can you believe?!!! I am not sure what disturbed me more about the unit – standing so close to a cloud of flying death or standing so close to the evil aura of the manager’s coal-dark soul and ice-cold heart.
Or just go with what Flash said.