Dealing with the bimbo types stresses me out, to the point that I don't want to deal with them, anymore. That witch was pretending to understand me, and she was repeating what she thought I was saying, to other people. If I would have stayed home, at my flat, instead of going on that Saturday Outing, I wouldn't have had to deal with her Bimbo Stupididty. The worst part, is that she's pregnant, and she's going to teach her child, everything that she knows about interacting with people who have accents and other strange Speech Patterns. I hate young NT females like that. I'd like to burn them at a stake.
I've found myself crying tears of frusteration, last night, because I just can't take that garbage, anymore. I'm very close to escaping to the Cloverdale Flea market, to buy a Routemaster, just because of that. It still makes good sense to me. London and Routemasters are my only answers to the social problems, that I encounter with young, mainstream North American NT women.