Remember, peons, the proper way to approach Dame Peggy is to tug the forelock and speak only when spoken to. Her nibs requires complete silence while contemplating the array of elasticized-waist cargo pants on offer. Rank must be maintained.
And never, ever speak the name of a laxative aloud.
Peg fails to comprehend that these servants of custom are not, like some, paid handsomely to spew whatever tripe comes into their heads. They've been told exactly how to move the product and they do it as if their job depends upon it. Because it does. They've even been taught to how to deal with you, Peggers.