This is what exemplifying a cliche' looks like (the trick is to discern just WHICH cliche' it is):
I was watching the ants stream in and out of wherever it is they are so hurriedly going, while waiting for my coffee to brew this morning, and I noticed one little loner rushing back from whence he came all by his-self. Not only that, he made it a particular point to bump noses with each “other” that he crossed paths with. It was like text messaging, but in person. It only took a second, but he contacted everyone.
So is he like…the social organizer of the ant world? Does he retire his commission once he gets back to the ant hill?
