Shiva reminisces:
She'll tell you all about the good old days, when a few
people monopolized the group and treated newcomers like shit.

Oh. Well, let's hope they're all happy superior and alone.

Just for fun - here's my mental picture of this woman.

Middle aged and fat, but she packs it all into a designer dress in a
most distressing way. Bright red lipstick slathered on to tight
wrinkled worm lips. Expensive do. Fabulous accessories but a repellent
personality. Faux sweet, with an affected dolcent tone to her voice.
Most likely childless, but if there are children, they are dressed and
painted to match what she's wearing and she has trouble remembering
their names. If there are grown children, they don't speak to her and
live as far away from her as possible. Her husband is either dead or
silent. In company, she pontificates on subjects she doesn't
understand. No one who knows her ever stops her, but they really wish
she'd shut up and quit embarassing them. There's a podium in her
bedroom. If she has a pet it's either a teacup yorkie with a permanent
red bow in it's hair, or a schizophrenic white persian with a permanent
shocked look in it's eyes and a propensity for scratching down to the
bone. She wipes their a**es after they go to the bathroom. No one has
ever sat on her furniture. She's very concerned with other people's
flaws.
ok, that was fun. back to work now.

scratchy
Zone 8 TX (near Austin)