Hey Some crazy lady named Julie

Me and a friend went into a fish and chip shop run by some Italian guys to get some lunch, and while we stand back waiting for our order, all of a sudden the man behind the counter puts his hand on top of his head and yells out "oh no, it's Julie, hide!". He was speaking about a local bum crazy lady that was making her way into the store, who spends most of her days dancing on street corners and aimlessly wandering from shop to shop talking shit.

So anyway, she comes in and instantly starts her shit talking - just rambling on about nothing in particular. She has a medium sized bag with her although it wasn't clear to us at this point what was in the bag. It would become clear soon though, because while she was screaming out "THERE IS A HOLE IN MY BAG", all of its contents starting pouring out all over the shop floor. It turns out she had a bag full of markers, pens and other drawing shit, and they rolled everywhere.

The shop guy, after making it clear he wasn't keen to have her in his shop previously, now feels obliged to help her pick everything up, probably because he knows it is the quickest way to get her out of the shop. We just stood back though because so far she hadn't acknowledged us, and we wanted to keep it this way. The whole process takes a little longer than you'd think and after about 10 minutes they are finally done, and the crazy lady is on her way out. During this incident though, our food had been sitting there without our knowledge and by the time we finally get it, everything is cold, and they have no way of reheating it. So thanks to some retarded lady named Julie, we ate yucky warm chips and fish. Thanks you smelly retard.