My willingness to creat things for other people.
Less depressingly: the local pizza shop fucked up my order 1 too many times. Faith in them has been destroyed, which sucks cuz they’re a decently priced mom and pop kind of place, but I can only accept a wrong/missing item if I get a refund if it’s not literally half or more of the time I go to your place of business!
Explanation:
Title: reference to the Fairly Odd parents meme “this is where I’d put my trophy… IF I HAD ONE”
Body: the witch sold something an is thus in customer service. Even though her profession appears to be cursing people, she found a way to feel horrible through work anyway