Mackenzie struggled vainly against her mother's grip. Mother was in no mood and was marching steadfastly towards customer service, dragging the reluctant girl behind her. Even though Mackenzie was 18, she was no match for her angry and determined mother. As they approached the counter Mackenzie spotted the girl working the front, Wendy, and blushed.
"Good afternoon. How can I help you?" asked Wendy with a customer service smile.
"I'd like to use one of your Quiet Rooms," replied Mackenzie's mother plainly.