Mary Mary still Cuntrary

Yes, yes, it's PMS week. Led by another wonderful dealing with Mary. She called up at the shop last week, using some man's phone according to the Caller I.D. So when she started asking about someone else's loan, I said, "I'm sorry sir, I can't discuss another person's loan with you."
When she identified herself as Mary (after loudly proclaiming, 'I AM NOT A SIR! I'M A WOMAN!"), I cringed even more.
Ah gotta love her. After a back and forth in which she petulantly demanded that she had to know the details of the other person's loan (and not getting them), she hung up abruptly. I so do wish that one of these days, while talking to her, I could just hit the disconnect button and hang up on her right in the middle of the converstation, as apparently that is how she prefers to use the phone. But....I can see she'd just call right back and be nasty.

Yesterday she called up and wanted to have a fax sent to us; AND she wanted me to call her whenever the fax arrived. The fact that our fax machine is silent and we never really know when faxes come unless we happen to be checking is one thing; the fact that we tend to be very busy AND she's such a raging piece of rotten fish combined to have me tell her, you are welcome to call and check to see if your fax arrived. She was very upset, why couldn't I call her when it came? Rather than argue with her (as she loves), I just sweetly said, "Just give me a call later and I'll check to see if it's come through yet." She made a disgusted sound and hung up.

And call she did. FOUR TIMES. Oh well, I did tell her to call. Her fax finally arrived many hours later. What's so funny is that in times like this, she acts like you got the fax but are withholding it from her and LYING to her about it being there. Once she was so incredulous that it was not there, that I just HAD to be missing it, that she just KNEW it was there, so I told her to trot her ass on down and see for herself. (Not in those same words.) Needless to say that shut her up for awhile. She does not like to go anywhere. It's probably hard for her to find a housetent, er, housedress, that fits. And she doesn't want to have to bathe more than once a year.

AHHH Mary. Ya old bitch. Gotta love ya.