One of the other vendors we’re friendly with leaves her booth across the aisle at the market and comes to talk to me.
“I know that crazy bitch is going to come back and talk to me,” she says, referring to a customer who has been coming around to all our booths and being a little obnoxious this evening (“Oh this stuff is so expensive,” she said loudly about Katie’s work, stuff like that).
“The thing is, I know her, I went to high school with her,” she continues.
Sure enough, just that moment she appears in front of our friend’s booth, and I tell our friend, “If she spots you and comes over here, you’re taking her back to your booth, okay?"
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