Brittany didn't know that you have to be careful with your delicates in the wash and she was surprised that her under-wire bras were breaking in the dryer.
Brittany will hire/bribe guy friends to put together bookshelves/desks/lamps for her.
Brittany describes herself as an Italian New Yorker, but has never heard of prosciutto (or mascarpone).
Brittany can't drive without her GPS system, unable to figure out that she needs to get on the highway going east to get to Easton.
Brittany believes guys that lie to her: about their ages, jobs, having children, being married and being in town.
Brittany cannot figure out why vegetables she bought two weeks ago and left in a plastic bag in the fridge went bad.
Brittany buys dishwasher tabs because it is too complicated to "measure out" powder or liquid detergent.
Brittany, who wants to be a social worker, turned down an internship since she would have to drive through bad neighborhoods.
Brittany was upset when she heated up a Kashi Fiesta Chicken microwave dinner to find out that there were black beans in it. The beans were in the picture on the cover of the box, and in the list of ingredients, but the description of the meal on the box said "chicken and cheese over spicy rice". Brittany hates beans.
Brittany came home one evening after being followed halfway there by a man she didn't know from the bar she was at, and asked if she could keep a gun in the house. When I said no, she remarked that the cat would probably find a way to kill her with it. She then changed her plan to keep a baseball bat under her bed. (She did already carry Mace.)
Brittany thought the November 2007 general election was the presidential primary -- she was volunteering for the Obama campaign all fall.
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