I can hear her from my desk- DAILY. She clerks for one of the courts and, bless her heart, she's a talker. No judging- we smell our own.
She regularly discusses how sick her mother is and there is nothing anyone can do for her and yet should someone mention the slightest ailment she has a down-home cure. Like snorting a baby asprin for cataracts or duct taping warts....
At any rate- I can hear the swoon of her pack-a-day husk as she's talking to a defendent on the phone today. It started off as something I could avoid- because I usually do. What got my attention was,
"Well how many protective orders do you have against you?"
"Well, have you thought about not hittin' any more women?"
I believe I am going to put that on a t-shirt...