So I Complain A lot...

You would, too, in my position. Take for instance the lady that comes into work EVERY DAY! I have recently nicknamed her the "Scuse me Lady" because that is her favorite word to say. Her name is Lisa and she is a size ten. The reason I know so much about Lisa is, besides the fact that she comes in every day, she always puts a pair of shoes on hold. Not just any kind of shoes, but the SAME pair of shoes. Apparently she has some important family reunion coming up and she needs to have the perfect pair of shoes. She has been looking forward to this family reunion for the past year.
I have resorted to hiding throughout the store, just to avoid her. Take today for instance. I look over, and there she was scouting out the sandals, as per usual. Dallon doesn't see her quite yet, so I take advantage of that and run to the opposite side of the store. It's mostly like a sick game of hide and seek, except the seeker doesn't know that she is playing.
I wish that this woman wouldn't come in everyday. She NEVER buys anything, she NEVER WILL buy anything. She will just keep coming in day after day, asking me if the sandals she wants come in brown and if they are ever going to go on sale. How is she getting to the mall. It has been confirmed by a very reliable source (another girl that I work with) that this woman is some sort of mental patient, which isn't that hard to believe. In a way it's sad, but I will shortly become a mental patient myself if she doesn't stop coming in.