There’s a couple (or two coworkers where one might want to be more than just coworkers) sitting in front of me while I eat my lunch at a local sandwich shop. Its been almost an hour and I don’t think the man has said more than ten words to the woman he’s with. She, on the other hand, has read the Constitution… twice. Instead of the Bill of Rights, however, she’s listed all the relationships her friends are in and what’s wrong with them – detailing all of her advice and proclaiming how “right” she was along in saying “that guy was no good.”