I know it sounds mean, but I'm afraid her condescending manner regarding it all got me riled. She'd bring in 30 little things, ask me to scan them, blow them up to A4 size and print them all, and then complain if they weren't done within half an hour. So unfortunately for her, my scanner is kaput. For my friends, it still seems to work, which is quite fortunate, really.
By the way: I'm not normally this nasty. Let's just say "Please" and "Thank you" go a long way with me.
So next, ebay. What does she want to sell? Shoes. Apparently she's been told all manner of pervs snap these things up off ebay, so she was adamant she had to sell them on there! Great. I'm having to give my email account out to a bunch of pervy foos. Nice.