Well, yes, I had two people working for me who didn't get along at all, they had no shared values, different temperaments, and they used to argue a lot, it looked like it was impossible for them to work together.
" Then, when the row broke out, I had a little moist red paint in the palm of my hand. I rushed forward, fell down, clapped my hand to my face, and became a piteous spectacle. It is an old trick."
He keeps having arguments with both of the women, and it seems like it's a story about a character that's, you know, he wants something, but he's demanding it from two people when he has to learn his lesson.