Crazy LadyThis woman was to good to pass up writing about.
When I went to work yesterday their was this woman and at first she kept on talking into her lighter about things that were going on around her. Then she went outside in only a tank top to smoke ( which is odd for you can still smoke inside of BP's) The whole time she was outside she would talk to herself grap snow in both hands and then place them on the windows.
When she came back inside, she came up to me with a handful of garbage and a purse and asked me to throw it out and would I like her name and number.
"No thats ok" I held out my had to take the trash and she gives me the purse insead?
" What would you like me to do with this ?"
" I said to throw it out, do you need me name and number?"
"No" I took the purse from her and threw it out like she asked and then with the trash still in her hand she goes into the bathroom. So my friend and I take a look inside this bag she wanted to get rid of, inside it was full of creamers?????
She comes out of the bathroom in a hurry and demands for a glass of water ( as if she had no time to waste.) She eats the lemon off of the glass and then takes the water back to the bathroom... comes out sopping wet, holding a towel, mosses, and a hair brush...asking for a nother glass of ice water.
After this, she leaves dripping wet outside for another smoke and to leave more ice hand prints on the window.
Come back opens her suit case takes out cloths and back to the washroom, comes back sits on the ground and starts to put lotion onto her legs, well all the other customers are looking on in horror and bewilderment.
In the mean time we're cracking up laughing with no avail to stop... and feeling a little bad about our rudeness..... That is untill she came over and put her wet trash into our ice bin, we had to clean up the mess for about ten min..
After that she was good for a half an hour just talking into her lighter, we had to stop her when she put her shoes she was changing on to the table, telling her this was a resturant not a home. In which she told her lighter she wasn't daft to think this was a home and we must be crazy to tell her such... a little more time passes and she is back in her case pulling out pads ( they were not in any clean casement) of all different sizes and places them on the table ( the guy customers looked like they were going to be sick) she told us she had to choose the size the wrong one just won't do and to please leave her alone ( she yells into her lighter).
After a bit we totally lost her and had to walk around the entire building to make sure she wasn't bothering anyone on the resturant side. In the end we had to kick her out, as she is yelling into the lighter like she was calling the cops on us, to tell them we were miss treating her and what the bartender was wearing so they could come to tell her off for her rudeness.
I guess before she left she appied for a job.... You should have seen it, it would have made you laugh.
If the spelling is hard to read or the way I wrote this is, I'm sorry I was trying to remember this whole great ordeal to the "T". However I do think I left some things out... She did however make my night and I hope she gets the job... I don't think I would ever be board at work again.
