I learned just how mentally-challenged teenage girls are and yet still somehow, at the same time, are able to understand one another...
I was in line at the grocery store with three of them behind me. I wish I had the presence of mind to get an audio recording on my cellphone as the one girl told her two friends a story about her mother driving her somewhere, using the words: "My mom"... "drove me" and the word "like" at least fifty times. I was waiting for something of substance to come after "like" but it was just "like" and "she" and laughter and nothing else and I wondered how these girls who were very pretty, and probably very popular in their crowd, ever made it past the third grade...