two of the men who regard themselves as quite important in our work place had a pointed exchange in this morning’s meeting. although the parry, to me, was par for course for these two blowhards, this verbal tussle got more heated after the meeting apparently which ended up in their appearance, or so we heard from the office grapevine, at hr. this i once read from a wuxia novel: a town gossip was trying to interest his drunk friends to watch a fight unfolding in the town square. none of them paid him any mind. when he told them that the martial artists were fighting with open palms and not closed fists, all of them left their rice wine and ran towards the square.