Confidential to Michael in Nigeria: when you were strolling through the market with swearing, ranting Angela, I saw several lovely women whom you might consider getting to know, if you ever regain your sanity. From the few moments I saw them on screen, they did not seem prone to puking, screeching, arm-waving tantrums over almost every issue, including but not limited to: women at a table, the existence of women in general, aigs and the toting of, rats and other vermin, cell phone ringtones, and/or cervical biopsies.
Just wanted to present you with some less-batshit options.
As an aside, the next time Angela shrieks, "We are DONE!" over absolutely-fucking-nothing, please respond, "Okay."