But I'd rather look like Cleopatra any day over what my (former) friend and (ex) work wife compared me to. "You look like a Ramone!" she exclaimed as she approached my desk, "You look just like Joey Ramone!"
I wanted to knock each and every one of her teeth down her throat with the nearest Penal Code, but I remained calm. Stoically looking past her, I quietly wished the hammer of God to rain locusts and famine down upon her and her family this winter.
Our work marriage is being annulled.