scoffs n sobs

 "how are you doing?" asks a coworker. i got j9 to take me to work because i was fed up with at home computer issues. i shrugged, "doing pretty good," i answered.  "she sobbed while doing her forwards/backwards marches," blabs foot, "and she can't stop rubbing her knee." foot rolls his proverbial eyes. he'd rather scoff at my sobs than do the forwards/backwards marches. we have agreed to call beasty left leg ursula and that right leg is her unnamed shriveled victim.