Nobody gets a word in edgeways over her incessant chattering. She sycophantically cackles at any minor witticism made by our clients, fondly imagining she has them wrapped around her little finger. She dresses only in black and her lank black dyed hair sprouts reluctantly from a point way back on an expanse of leathery forehead. There may even be a large wart or two.
But her major crime is a propensity towards unwarranted touchy-feeliness. Her arrival in the room is heralded by a limp hand suddenly caressing your spine in an intimate fashion.
Talking to her inevitably involves your hand being imprisoned in her claw in a display of insincere affection, creating awkwardness as you look for the appropriate moment to disentangle yourself. There are individuals in whom these gestures come across as warm and endearing, but she is not among them.
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