We had one that would make anonymous phone calls to report everything from a short skirt to an overheard conversation. I found out years later who it was when she let something slip in front of my best friends.
There was another one who thought it was her duty to critique my clothes & hair.... so my dad (the elder) informed her that she was not the spiritual policewoman she perceived herself to be...and that if she had something to say about my manner of dress, that she was to come to him....because he thought I looked great.... I was there to hear the whole conversation.... Yey dad!
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