A woman came in this morning with a voice that could peel paint. I'm used to the shrill tones of Cantonese, one of the ugliest languages on the ear. But, here arrived this 5 foot-nothing-in- stillettos, speaking Mandarin at a mile a minute, gesticulating wildly, hair all askew. Ugly, I tell you. Just plain ugly. I know how to count to ten and say all of three words in mandarin. One didn't have to be able to speak the language to know that this woman was just a little 'off'.
After she made her second exit (Oh, yes, she came back.) I hoped that would be the last of her.
I am still wondering if I should be waving sage fronds around the office to get rid of her negative energy...
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