HELP! MS. KREMLIN IS ON THE PROWL!

Recently I wrote about a newcomer to the bar; a young, thin blonde firecracker of Russian decent. She's feisty, abrasive and a pure diva in every sense of the word. She recently moved to the neighborhood and it seems as if she's adopted THIRD and LONG as her new home base. While I don't mind when someone does that, she has quickly worn thin on me and that's difficult to do. It's to the point where I am almost afraid to go outisde the bar for fear of running into her. Because if she sees me, then she will want to talk to me. Or should I say, talk at me, because you can't get a word in edgewise when you get into a conversation with her (bless her heart).

Tonight for example, I was in the middle of doing the shift change when I get a call from ANGEL, who happened to be in the neighborhood. I tell her to stop by the bar so we could go get coffee and catch up. A few minutes later, ANGEL arrives and waits for me at the front of the bar, while I finished up with my shift change. Then out of the blue, I see this blond moppet peering into the window of the bar. It's MS. KREMLIN, looking for me, smoking a cigarette. I roll my eyes and curse to myself. A minute later, some strange guy walks up to me and relays a message from her: "the girl outside says come out and join me for a cigarette.". I roll my eyes again as I know that going outside with her will mean at least 45 minutes of droning from her. Five minutes later, she comes waltzing into the bar and straight towards me. She walks right by ANGEL and demands that I go outside with her. I kinda blow her off and begin to walk with ANGEL towards the front of the bar. She catches up with us and begins to talk to us. Poor ANGEL. As I excused myself to speak to a staff member, ANGEL finds herself cornered by the door by MS. KREMLIN and I could see her eyes glaze over as the Russian beauty babbles on and on, about what, I have no idea.

This goes on for about ten minutes until ANGEL and I go outside. I realize that it's freezing cold outside and I tell ANGEL to wait inside while I run to the apt. to change shoes. Of course, MS. KREMLIN follows us outside. From my apt. window I could still hear MS. KREMLIN babbling away and again, I feel bad for ANGEL. I come back down and proceed to walk with ANGEL across the street- and of course, the salty Russian comes with us. ANGEL and I look at each other like "what the f***?" MS. KREMLIN walks into the bodega with us and the thing that saves us was the fact that the bodega had internet access and she wanted to check her email. That gave us the cue to sneak off. And we bolted from that store like runaway slaves!

QUESTION OF THE DAY: Does she qualify as a stalker?

NUFF SAID