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Running From the Stirrer

Here comes the company’s biggest stirrer. I know she has something mean to say. Maybe letting me know a horribleness She has heard someone else say about me. I leave my chair and run swiftly, not caring if she sees. Let her think I am avoiding her. For I am. And plan to do so for the rest of her days here.

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Shirley Hawkins

Date: 5/22/2022 6:22:00 PM

I think that is the best approach. The last thing that people like her want is to be ignored. Take care. Shirley

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 5/23/2022 2:06:00 AM

I get up and move my feet so fast sometimes, I wonder how they never notice? But stirrers are busy thinking about their next "zing", their next "rumor" their next "bit of gossip"

L Milton Hankins

Date: 5/22/2022 9:59:00 AM

Nothing gives me the creeps like someone who enjoys (and goes about) crap and getting people all upset for no reason at all. Stirrers are for coffee!

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 5/23/2022 2:06:00 AM

I have a motion I make with my hands like a witch stirring a cauldron. I do it often and my friends laugh, knowing what I am doing.