Mrs TMI is one of those old people who feels the need to share her medical problems with anyonw who'll listen. She doesn't even have to courtesy to wait until you ask her how she is. Not that I would anyway. Some customers you just don't ask how they are because you know that they're gonna tell you and that'll be five minutes of your life that you won't ever get back.
Mrs TMI will launch into an update of how her latest appointment at the hospital went as soon as you've said hello. It's not just generalities like "it went well today" or whatever. Nope, it's in as much pointless detail as she possibly can.
This is all made even worse by the fact that it's a problem with her lady-parts.
Seriously, I don't want to hear about your womb. Are the doctors removing it? Cysts? Tumours?
I DON'T CARE!!!!!!!!
It's not as if she was ever one of the few customers who I actually like (honest, there are one or two). I never led her on into thinking I gave a fuck. I do my best to make non-committal grunts and disinterested expressions whenever she gives me the latest updcates. Subtle hints just aren't working.
It must suck having these medical problems. Does whingeing about them to anyone who'll listen and most who'd rather not help at all? Doesn't she get bored of, presumably, having the same conversation with everyone she meets?
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