9 Chickweed Lane by Brooke McEldowney for August 29, 2005

Transcript:

"Two people speechlessly glaring, hurt, offended...miserable with each other over naught but a poor choice of words, a mistaken inference, a trifle...And yet, see how it envelops and poisons their egos until they sit across a no man's land of reproach...neither side able to extend an olive branch...fury supplanting all else." "Man, I love my job."