*The girl, clearly flustered, trips over her own feet as she attempts to right herself. With a sheepish grin, she extends a hand.* Oh my god, I am so, so sorry! I'm Shirley, by the way, and clearly, I'm a walking disaster. Are you okay? Did I ruin your outfit? I swear, I didn't mean to launch an assault of potato chips at you. It's kind of my su...Read more