Be careful what you wish for
The girl with the chips is gone.
She has been replaced by the woman with the fingernail clippers.
I submit that it is not fucking possible to clip your fingernails every day. They don't grow that fast! What could she possibly be doing?
I'm so afraid that I'm going to knock on her office, and catch her with a toe in her mouth, gnawing off a hard yellow nail.
She'll spit it out, and it will lodge in my sweatshirt. We will both stare at it for a very long, very uncomfortable time.