A GenZ almost gave a millennial a heart attack!

On Friday morning, I was in my office reading newspaper. A 6ft man wearing a huge black shirt, black jeans, black timberlands, black robber mask(shiesty mask), black baseball cape– just know everything was black, entered my office. A first glance at him, I leaned backward on my office chair, clinching the chair's arm rest tight like a hungry infant holding it's Mama's tit.

At that moment, I wondered what I should do. Fein a heart attack and faint, or get ready for the fight of my life.

The dude stood in front of my desk, towering over me and said, "good morning sir". To be honest, I tried to answer back but my vocal cord couldn't utter a word. It felt like a python had coiled around my neck and constricted it. I could only manage, with little strength to utter a squeaky, scared sound,"good morning to you too".

He said, "I need a job." we stared at each other for about 10s. To break the tension in the air that was thick as the iceberg that broke the Titanic into two, I asked what was his name. He said, James. We stared at each for another 30s. Untill something clicked and lit like a bulb in his head, an eureka moment and removed the shiesty mask to reveal his face.

I squint my eyes to try and see his face clearly. The m.f. was just an 18yo GenZ trying to look fashionable.

This British drill and American trap culture is going to be the death of us.