The woman down the hall simply doesn’t know how to shut up. We swear she talks and talks like she doesn’t even need to stop for air, and when we see her, we run. We call her Dragon Woman — infernaled — and it wouldn’t be so bad if she only talked about more interesting things, but she doesn’t. Dragon Woman gabs about the most banal things. She goes on and on about her pewter plates and how she chose pewter, and sometimes, the mere imitation of the sound makes us sick. Sometimes, we hear the word computer and by default, we want to spit up. She’s insufferable, this Dragon Woman with her continuous words. Seeing her, we want to plug up our ears, but even then, her voice has this way of sneaking in, the nasal squeak makes us want to shove a whole box of tissues down her throat.