Which Reminds Me

Yes, the thought comes to mind of how perhaps you could refresh my memory as to what was the name of that nasty little Miss Scuttlebutt who was always known to be over there in some forgotten corner fulminating and spewing poisonous tirades about how life is not fair. Yes, well, so it may be. I can barely remember the existence of some of these people who lived down the hall. I rarely ever stopped to talk to and/or be insulted by them. It just wasn't worth the effort.