jaylar
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.
