BITCHES

I hate bitches. Bitches are snotty girls who think they're God's gift to the world. Some bitches are pretty, and others are pretty damn ugly. I don't believe in insulting one's physical appearance, but occasionally I make exceptions when it comes to really bitchy women.
Like the one I encountered last night.
My flight landed at midnight. It was 12:30am by the time the shuttle dropped me off at the rental car place. I was exhausted and still had to drive to my friend's house before I could call it a night. There were 2 men standing in line. I stepped in behind them. A customer was standing at the counter being helped by a female employee. At the other counter was a woman wearing skin-tight jeans, a leopard print jacket, and spiked heels. She had long blonde hair and HUGE boobs. A purple suitcase was on the floor next to her. She stood there, talking on her cell phone while the employee waited for her to finish her conversation. (Grrrrrrrr.) NOT COOL. I stifled the urge to slam her head on the counter. When she finally ended the call, a third employee came in the room and said her car was ready.
"I changed my mind." She said. "I want a different one. Can I see the pictures again?"
My jaw dislocated as it hit the floor. The employee behind the counter pulled out a folder and gave it to her. She flipped through it. My impatience was growing.
"I want to look at this one." She pointed to a picture. "Someone take me to it. " The third employee looked at her. "Huh?"
"I want to see the car. Where is it?"
She started to walk outside. The employee followed her.
I looked at the guy behind the counter.
"She's going to look at the car?"
He sighed. "Yup."
"Well, can you take the next customer?" I asked.
"I'm sorry, once a customer is in the system, you have to finish the rental before you can move on."
I looked at him. "Seriously?"
I was FUMING. I looked at the two men in line with me.
Five minutes passed. The other employee finished one rental and took the next guy. Another five minutes passed. Two new people came in line behind me. The BITCH finally reappeared.
"I want the first one." She said.
WTF? I lunged for her. (No I didn't.)
"Will you plug this in for me?" She handed the employee her ipod.
I watched the employee take the device and plug it in the outlet behind him.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" The words spewed out of my mouth.
The girl turned around. "What?"
Before I could answer, the other counter opened. I stifled my anger and decided I just wanted to get out of there. My transaction took 3 minutes. I thanked the employee and walked toward the lot. As I passed the SNOT-BAG, I couldn't hold back. I tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around and looked at me. Everyone in the room was quiet. 
"Has anyone ever called you A ROYAL BITCH?" I asked her.
"No." She replied.
"Well you're a SLUT-WHORE and a royal bitch." I said. "Now someone told you."

I didn't really say that. I said something else. But I'll leave it to your imagination.

I hate BITCHES.