Bonus

Crazy Cat Lady did come in tonight. She was still miffed at me for my giggles the last time she was in. She hardly spoke to me at all. But she brought herself to ask if I was sure I'd rung up her fabric correctly.

That's the thing about CCL. She's always paranoid that we're trying to cheat her. The last time she was in, that I was there, was actually a return visit to check up on whether the night shift clerk had written down her fabric purchase correctly on the frequent buyers club card . . . Alice, (who she has compared to Mother Theresa), was helping another customer and said she'd write a note to herself to check it out . . she wasn't sure that Alice would remember so she had me write a note to remind Alice about HER note . . . well, about twenty minutes later she came sneaking in . . . tried to slip past the register without me seeing her, and I turned to another co-worker and giggled, I bet you anything she's going over to check up on Alice!

Well, joke was on me--she caught me and came over and asked me what I was whispering about! Ooops!

Luckily just that day there had been an article about her in the paper:
http://journalstar.com/articles/2008/12/29/news/local/doc4958398b8e1f3932205029.txt#cancel
so I thought I was pretty smooth when I said that I was just pointing out to my friend that she's the one the story was about.

She didn't buy it, and has been giving me the cold shoulder ever since.

Oh darn. No more stories about her cat, no more standing beside her "helping" her pick out fabrics for cat pillows (when no matter what I thought, my opinion was WRONG.)