I was standing behind the counter at the Customer Service Deskat Albertsons when she came in. Her hair is short and curly andalways in a ponytail. Her clothes are plain and always a pastel color.She looks to be in her fifties with a stature around 5’4” with a ratherlarge physique, but I wouldn’t call her obese. She’s a regular here, orat least now that she’s allowed back in the store. We had a restrainingorder against her for a year. We were free of her for one glorious year,but now she’s back. All of us employees have so nicely dubbed her “The Insane Lady.” I’m not sure if anyone knows her real name, butthe name we call her is rather self-explanatory and fitting. We had arestraining order against her for harassing other customers. She wasin line at the self-check out machines when she starts talking to a littlegirl telling her in detail how she was raped. The little girl of coursewas frightened. Then The Insane Lady goes berserk and starts yellingand hitting anything near her. You know what actions were doneagainst her, so there is no use repeating myself.The Insane Lady has a husband. Yes, shocking isn’t it? Well, Iwas surprised to say the least. He comes into the store with hersometimes. He’s very quiet and doesn’t speak much. He blatantlyignored her when she started looking through our movies talking toherself. At the time we had a movie for sale called “Never BeenKissed.” Once she sees the movie she yells out, “I’ve never beenkissed! Does anyone want to kiss me?” She, of course, is ignored. As employees we have to be nice toall customers; including her. Which means we have to hold in ourlaughter until she’s gone. I know I shouldn’t be laughing at her, but I just can’t help it. Although, I’m not the only one that laughs at her;we all do. It still doesn’t make it right, but knowing I’m not the onlyone that laughs at her makes me feel a little better.Above all, I think I feel sorry for her and her husband. I feelsorry for her husband for having to put up with her, but I guesssomeone has to take care of her. One day, she stopped in the middleof the aisle and yelled out, “red light! Green light! Yellow light!” whilewaving her arms. I could tell she did it on impulse, and at thatmoment I just felt sorry for her. Her husband was just standing therelooking at her with a look of pity on his face.She was at my counter asking me to exchange some money forher. She wanted two dollars in brand new quarters and fifteen cents inpennies. She told me she wanted fifteen cents in pennies because shewas raped at the age of fifteen. Then she asks me, “Who’s David?”
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