Gabby Windey

She doesn't choose this, but it's not the way she was designed, and we love her for it.

Sure, I'm missing a couple of my favorite dainty crystal wine glasses, but I love her, and she attempts to super glue them.

Anyways, immediately, whoever's fault it was, Robbie apologized with her big heart to those around her, including a big, big, big, tall, mind I add, skinny, like a blow away from the wind man, dressed like he wishes he was at a Paris fashion week.

But no, this won't fly.

And ha ha, wee wee.

She continues to apologize and goes on her way.

You heard me, he says.

Heard what?

She said sorry.

He starts to get upset with her for no good reason.

And I know her.

I know her in this situation.

I can see her in her outfit and Martine Rose shirt putting a hand on the shoulder.

I'm so sorry, man.

She finally gets back, but then the tall glass of spoiled milk passes up and Robbie sticks up for herself and says to him in a cordial tone, hey man, I didn't like the way you talked to me back there.

That is my baby, a woman who knows how to stick up for herself.

This is what we need.

Why be coy and mute and amiable just because they say so and because we are mere women?

No.

We must be like, I don't like how you talk to me back there, man.