Questions, Questions, Questions

The Babbler was on a tear today. She asked the person on the other end of the line a series of questions: "Where's your fucking gold earrings?" "Where's your cell phone?" "Where's the mousse you use to pretty up your hair?" "Where's your lipstick?" Babbler, maybe she'd answer if you'd let her get a word in edgewise. But no. You're far too busy making noise in the bathroom of the building you work in!