overnight success at going low:

Crow lady plays toxic Delta Virus for a fool. She somehow touches my frequent flyer bone. I travel light because of  having to deal with other people's baggage, all my life. I am tired. It's like I am an airport worker, having to toss around other people's heavy bags. I know: wah-wah.

You see, all bets were off the day she gave me that look. You know, it's called, "if looks could kill." I felt it was totally uncalled for, as I stood there with my broken arm. I have hardly ever felt such toxicity coming from somebody, so I will always ignore the toxic fool. 

Unless she comes toward me. Then I will shake my head and wave my hands toward her, motioning for her to step back. When/if she figures out that Evee and I are still doing our thing, I will stretch out my good arm, all the way out, while pointing at her and flamboyantly laugh at her. I might even curl up a little and slap my thigh a couple of times for extra emphasis. She is despisable.