There is a woman at my work who looks and acts like Miss Lippy. Everytime I walk by her desk she has a huge wad of hair in her mouth and she is chewing hard. It is disgusting. I also realized today that she wears squeaky shoes. Every so often she will get up to my floor and I can hear her coming. Slow, methodical squeaks down the hall. I just wonder what she does when she gets off work. In my mind, she goes home, puts on a rubber suit, and does modern dance moves on herkitchen counters while singing Bjork songs put to a John Tesh tune. And then she eats paste.