More Crazy Biatch

Crazy Biatch called at three minutes until closing; she wanted to come in and pay her loan but she was on the overpass and was going to be a 'little late', could we hold the door for her? The overpass is so far from where we are, it would be fifteen minutes or more past closing before she'd get there and we don't do that. So, I told her, that's ok you can come tomorrow, we'll hold your loan for you. "But I won't have this money tomorrow!!!" she whined. Well damn...? Don't go spend it, you crazy idiot! Problem solved! I told her no, don't worry about it today, we'll be open in the morning and we'll hold this for you. At seven minutes past closing I hear this banging on our door; another customer had gotten into the shop right before we locked the door so I'm standing there processing his loan, so Crazy Biatch (who had come over anyway even after I told her we would be closed!!) stood there banging on the door. I yelled at another employee that 'his' customer was at the door, and I refused to wait on her. She kept giving me these smug little faces as she stood there paying her loan; I saw her out of the corner of my eye; she'd look over at me with eyes like little slits and a smug little thin-lipped sneer on her face. Since it was attention she sought, I ignored her as I over-pleasantly helped the male customer and then picked up my stuff to leave. As I was walking around the counter I swung way wide of Crazy Biatch and went down one of the aisles so I could get to the door without coming anywhere near her (which she considers an invite to talk to you...). No, alas! Not content to merely try to shoot face-daggers my way, she starts telling me not to go this way or that way down this street or that street because of [insert various traffic abnormalities]. I smiled at her and said disdainfully, "Oh no I don't live over there" and gave a pretend-shudder of horror and disgust. (She lives over in that area). She reared back her head as if slapped, and her cake hole slammed shut. I smiled all the way home at the look on her face! Ah, Crazy Biatch, I love you.