La-earlobe venture...

I wish I wouldn't have ever said this one but I guess I have successfully joined the 'kill the co-league' gang. I wonder why these silly women push me into taking out my wipers from the cold storage where I generally keep them burried under tons and tons of snow!
She walks into the room dressed practically in clothes which look like they have been picked from a second hand store. I notice a blemish on her blue pants but I ignore it with me a pleasant Good Morning. The 'misthi' enters and the 'blemish' goes to her and does a la-earlobe-probing. Yes! That's what I call it. Once you see it, you feel like blemish is entering the ears of the listener to make her voice last forever in their eardrums. Phew! I wonder how people tolerate the proximity. Now when you have a complicated life you prefer to keep your profile low and watch your own tail, but the blemish is the perfect example of how the opposite works best in a environment of idiots or masters in pretence. So, after the la-earlobe-probing is done she moves on to the next level which is taking her feel-alike gang members into another room and discuss the uselssness of others and serviceability of herself. The gang also consists of a large crowd which had never had a proper vent untill the madmoiselle arrived. The saviour in borrowed clothes! Voila!! She makes it a point that everyone of her gang members and whoever wishes to be incorporated into the VIP circuit comes along with her to the cafeteria to be enlightened to their inner being about the exquisite mental torture poor madmoiselle goes through.