That Crazy Lady

I took a laboratory exam yesterday. I think I did okay, but then again, I don't really know. Oh Anatomy, why must you torture us so?

Anyway, after that exam, my friends and I decided to eat at Red Ribbon, a restaurant at the local mall that is primarily a bakeshop but now serves main courses with your cake. (How convenient is that, eh?) So we were talking, laughing, eating, making paper cranes and origami lotuses that looked like exploded siopaos (okay, don't ask why we were folding paper in a restaurant, it's sort of a long story) when suddenly, from the left side of the resto, a commotion breaks out and there's this woman shouting at a family about how rude they are and how she was only trying to help, etc. etc.

She was all:

And we were all:

From the random bits of information we managed to piece together (since it's fun to stick your nose in other people's business), wait, just kidding, she was shouting about the entire incident the whole time we were there so she didn't really leave much to the imagination. Anyway, the kid of the family was crying and she touched the kid's shoulder to calm her/him down (I didn't really see the kid. The counter was obscuring him/her). The dad or mom pulled the child away since they didn't really want him/her associating with strangers, I guess and then this is the part where that woman literally freaks out and goes berserk all over the place. Even long after the family has left, she's still spewing out insults and defending herself and complaining, all in her high-pitched screechy voice. 

Gawd, she was seriously annoying. I wanted to slap her clear across her face. But then again, I'm a good person and I wouldn't do that, so I stuck to mentally throwing her off a cliff. 

Peace,