Whackamolie could fly off for virtually nothing.
She could repeat herself over and over saying nothing. Getting the silent treatment didn’t matter. Even walking away didn’t shut her up.
After a day, she might crawl back with some twisted explanation as if life came with an eraser.
Having experienced her performance previously, I, like her ‘boyfriend’ locked my self into a ‘bubble’ to keep her away from me.
Whacka’s ‘boyfriend’ ignored her as much as I did. Sometimes he and I would talk. If Whacka saw/heard she push between us, singing loud or, if she was on the phone, virtually shout into the receiver.
Her boyfriend and I would look at each other and smirk.
There was no reason for discussion. I knew he was getting his free maid and I was getting comic relief.