#1 - We'll call her "Kathy." She started here about six months ago, having moved back to the area after her fiancee broke up with her two weeks before the wedding date. It looks like that might have been the best decision that man ever made in his life.
Kathy has a compulsive need to share the details of everyday events with whomever will listen to her prattle on about them. Two weeks ago, it was the trauma of her car's fuel pump. Last week, it was the ordeal of looking for a new car. This week it is the burden of finding car insurance. Really, the little events just act as springboards for rambling reflections on everything under the sun.
She gets in early and stalks the hallways in wait for others to arrive so she can individually give each of them a breathless update of the last 24 hours of her pedestrian life.
"They said I had to have at least $100,000 in collision coverage. Does that sound right to you? That doesn't sound right to me. I called my old college roommate, Cindy, because I remembered she had a step-brother, or maybe it was her cousin, who used to work for Nationwide. Or maybe it was Allstate. Cindy was a little crazy in college. She liked to drink rum - I mean she reallllyy liked to drink rum!!! And sometimes she would let these local guys pick her up. She tried to bring them back to the dorms a couple of times, but I put a quick stop to that. I mean these guys were like video store clerks and tow truck drivers; I didn't want to wake up one morning to find out that one of these cretins slipped some Rohypnol in my Diet Dr. Pepper and molested me. Anyway, it turns out Cindy's step-brother or cousin or whatever - the one that worked for the insurance company - died a couple of months ago from some form of lymphoma. It's horrible. I mean really.... His family lived beneath high power electric lines somewhere in Indiana. They try to tell you it's safe to live under those things, but they're not getting me! It sounded like Cindy was taking it really hard. I think she might have been drinking too, cause she wasn't making a lot of sense. I can't blame her for drinking though. She ended up marrying one of those townies; a guy named Dwight who delivered auto parts, or pizza, or something. He turned out to be real winner. Not!! She should have seen it coming - I sure did. She had twins like four months after the wedding!!! Hello!!! Did some say 'shotgun.' Then Dwight made her stop working cause he didn't think it was right. But then he got fired for making a pass at some woman he was delivering to, and he spent all the money that Cindy's grandmother had left her on comic books and crystal meth...."