“No, how dare you?,” she screamed at me.

“What’s your problem? I am standing right outside my office. How is that pissing you off?” I asked her.

“You know what you did, you whore. What’s so funny for you to laugh all about?,” she growled. I knew she was pissed off with me making fun of her and was certainly passing aggression to me.

"I possess every right to act as I please, and I strongly advise you not to ever call me a whore again," I firmly stated, while gripping her hand ...