Serving a Burnt dish

At the grocery store, there they are again. The people who come with a hot dish to serve. Shoot their gun at me. A poor little house wife they underestimate. My apron is bulletproof and the bullet bounces right off. I pull the lipstick out of the pocket of the apron. it is actually a one shot pistol. A smaller bullet than theirs that hits them. they cry to everyone about it, leaving out the part where they tried to shoot me with a bigger bullet. They could barely handle the serving of my warm dish after they tried to throw a burnt one at me.