Lord have Mercy

Mrs. Fritchley showed up this morning wanting to know what I was doing there on Monday mornings. Told her that I was usually there on Monday mornings. After Mass, I wanted to look up something on our calendar but she wanted to run off a copy. "Come to me when you need a copy of the calendar." I almost lost it. The parish priest needs a credit card. She should have just given him the one we have in the office for the time being but that would have been too easy. "Come to me with that, I will do that for you" is the perpetual refrain. Do I vomit now? Do I vomit later? I positively will turn passive agressive over there. Her best friend was hired for a part time job. She is not bad but the two of them together is not good.