Saltless crackers of varying degrees of tastelessness fill a shelf on one side of the room. The only exit is to the north. You hear people arguing to the north. You are in the check-out area of Donna's Delicious Delicacies. The store exit is to the east.
Doors lead north to the dessert department, south to the cheese corner, and west to the salad bar.
A cashier, looking bored, is sitting behind a cash register, chewing gum and reading a trashy novel. Lou, the store's overweight stockboy, leaves the room heading west. Donna, the surprisingly slim proprietor of this establishment, is here. Her face is flushed with anger. A lot of expensive food has been disappearing lately, and I've a good idea that he's been eating my inventory without my permission.