Her name is Barbara, but her friends call her Barbie. I am not kidding; she told me this herself. She’s in her mid-40’s, fake blonde and not very bright. At some point, someone did Barbie the disservice of telling her she could cruise through life on her looks alone.
Under some circumstances, I could almost pity her.
That is, unless she’s waving a loaded .357 Magnum in my face.