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Twenty minutes before we were due to close this evening who should walk into the shop? Bloody Emma! She came running up to the counter looking all panicked and babbling "I've got something to tell you!" So of course I enquired as to what was wrong with her now, and she started going on about how she had taken a load of pills and about how her father wanted her dead and was really mad at her and she didn't feel well and she had nowhere else to go...
Well what could I do?! Instead of ignoring her like we're supposed to, Penny and I had to start talking to her softly and kindly and we managed to get it out of her that she had taken a load of paracetamol (she handed us the empty packets) and that she was feeling really ill. So of course I had to go and call an ambulance and the police and then keep her talking whilst we waited for them to turn up and do you know what that little cow did when they arrived? She ran and locked herself in the toilets and wouldn't go with the paramedics, who themselves knew who she was - it appears she does this kind of thing pretty frequently. So they manage to get her out of the toilets eventually and she still refused to go with them; it wasn't until the police turned up and actually dragged her out of the shop that she got into the ambulance.
But do you know what the worst thing is about all of that? Now that Penny and I have talked to her she'll keep coming into the shop, because she'll believe we're her friends. We haven't got a hope in hell now that she'll get the message to just leave us alone because all she'll see is two people who helped her when she needed it.
Little bitch! I can't believe she forced my hand like that.
Well what could I do?! Instead of ignoring her like we're supposed to, Penny and I had to start talking to her softly and kindly and we managed to get it out of her that she had taken a load of paracetamol (she handed us the empty packets) and that she was feeling really ill. So of course I had to go and call an ambulance and the police and then keep her talking whilst we waited for them to turn up and do you know what that little cow did when they arrived? She ran and locked herself in the toilets and wouldn't go with the paramedics, who themselves knew who she was - it appears she does this kind of thing pretty frequently. So they manage to get her out of the toilets eventually and she still refused to go with them; it wasn't until the police turned up and actually dragged her out of the shop that she got into the ambulance.
But do you know what the worst thing is about all of that? Now that Penny and I have talked to her she'll keep coming into the shop, because she'll believe we're her friends. We haven't got a hope in hell now that she'll get the message to just leave us alone because all she'll see is two people who helped her when she needed it.
Little bitch! I can't believe she forced my hand like that.