Irritating cow at Hans ( NLB Branch )

Went to meet Pam at the National Library for dinner after my interview today. As I had my ridiculously heavy portfolio with me (which I had no intention of moving anywhere else with it, unless I take a cab), we decided to ponk ourselves down in Hans at the NLB Atrium for dinner... Almost died from moving that thing across that short span of space. As I was lagging behind from the weight, Pam closed in on a table for four at the back, where this lady was sitting alone... And she asked her if we could share the table with her. From far away, I could see the lady shake her head vigourously and she waved Pam away impaitiently, in a rather rude manner... Looking at the way she spoke to Pam... You could see that she wasn't being very polite at all. Pam looked rather shaken by her reply, before she left that hostile bitch to continue her search for a place... Somehow, I managed to move over... I don't know how... But the next thing I knew I was next to the table with Pam, where that lousy creature sat... We were separated by the potted plants... I asked Pam what was it that cow said? And she whispered to me that the loathesome thing told her to go find a place somewhere else... She didn't want to share the table and had no intention of being close to anyone else. Picture this... All she had was an A5 notepad on the table infront of her and a cup on the table next to her. How dare she be so difficult?!! Like hello?!! I just exclaimed loudly how selfish she was and we walked away... Found a good spot which was in direct view from her table & glared at her the whole time... But she didn't barge... How thick-skinned can you be?!! Like if you want to be alone and not close to anyone else, you ought to stay home, in your own room! Pam said that the bitch might be having her period or menopause... Like I CARE! But honestly, that's no way to treat anyone! Curse you bitch! Hopefully, the next time she does that, someone will splosh boiling hot tea on her fat ugly face... Oh ya... One more thing... She looked like a squashed SCONE ( In place of this word - Scone - was supposed to be another kinda confectionary... which reads C_____E, which had been since remove due to a torrent of comments via the internet & verbally. Thank you. ) in a spaghetti top... Meaning ugly and fat ( with generous portions of her flab tipping over the top she wore). Burn in hell, BITCH!!!