Bipolar gal continues her quest to get the boot.
Like Fuss, she can't help herself...unlike Fuss, she's not a blood relation.
gal: My dads cool. And I won't have children! thank god thank god thank god!
*wandering around in a circle clapping her hands and slapping herself in the face*
me: Okay, that's it- time to go.
her: I'll be quiet! I'll be quiet! I have books on hold! I'll buy stuff!
me: that's not my concern right now- you're disrupting the environment of the store, and that's not okay. I want customers to be comfortable, I can't have you wandering around yelling and hitting yourself. You need to maintain better.
her: I'll be quiet, don't make me leave! I swear!
me: okay, last chance.
Sigh.
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