posy-sniffer

"I... just... can't... stand... having some... goddamned... posy-sniffer of a main-line Philadelphia closet queen... who inherited his fucking money... and doesn't have any fucking idea of what goes into making it... trying"--and here her teeth came together and stayed there, and the expression on her face went grim and bitter again--"to tell me how to run my own fucking business."

Carl glared at the Greenpeace stall a few metres further along the mall. 'I wish we hadn't set up so close to the posy-sniffers.'