The next day Dax was at his booth speaking with several gym owners about his products. He had gone to grab a box of samples and noticed one of her large boxes of full-size bottles was gone. Instantly he went into panic mode.
"Oh shit! Where did it go? It was right here?"
He started to get frantic. His only box of body wraps was missing, and this meant his weekend could be ruined.
Mark was watching from a distance and saw people start to avoid Dax's booth while he traipsed around like a mad man. He walked over with a huge smirk on his face, ready to make things even worse, as usual.
"Dax, you may want to start working on your customer service. People are avoiding your booth like the plague."
"Someone stole one of my boxes. Shut your mouth and help me look!"
"Not my problem. I have my own business to worry about."