Erin was trying to remember where she knew zit kid from. That was the problem with knowing everybody... it sometime took a while for her to figure out where the fuck she knew them from. She wasn't always meeting people on the best terms anyway, what with being associated with the only funeral home in town. Ah well.
Bored with waiting, she leaned against the counter, and got flooded with zit kid nailing his girlfriend on the counter after closing hours. She was used to seeing things and not responding to it, but this time she did. She snorted and put her hand over her mouth to stop laughing. No one was watching, and if they happened to see and think she was crazy? Fuck it, people already thought she was crazy! She was still a doctor, so neener. "Freaky ass kid." she mumbled, shaking her head. "Go on boy, get you some. Really glad you wiped down the counters after..."