So it was just another day at work. Things were running smoothly, customers were happy, sales were up. Then I hear a commotion. I look over the cubical wall and see about half my employees huddled around a customer.
I asked one of my cashiers what was going on and she said "There's a snake." A snake? What? "Yeah, that lady has a snake."
Well, pets are not allowed in a grocery store unless they are service animals. (Especially snakes 'cause I hates me some snakes) So I head over and firmly tell them to get that freaking thing out of my store! The lady with the snake around her neck looks up and... (cue Twilight Zone Theme)
It's ExWife #3!!!
The devil incarnate, the incubus, the psychotic nutzoid nutbag freak that took me for $40K in cash and another $25K in credit cards that I have spent 9 years to eradicate all signs of contact with my life!
My heart literally froze in midbeat. I felt a cold chill run down my spine. The lifeforce was rapidly being sucked out of me.
"Ooops, sorry we'll take it outside."
I do an immediate aboutface and head back to my office without saying another word. Luckily, she did not recognise me without my beard. (Do you believe in miracles?) WTF was she doing in town shopping at my store? The last time I heard anything about her she was in Ft.Worth. After she left I asked the cashier if she had seen her in the store before and she said the she-demon has been in 2 or 3 times the past few days.
Oh, thaaaat's just fanfreakingtastic.
