Oh, Oprah knew what she was doing. And she did it so well, too.

I don't think TOW was supposed to flabber on at this event, but she saw the microphone and ran with it. Then Oprah comes out--the apex narcissist in a room full of narcissists--and TOW finished yappering and then skedaddled when she realized Oprah wasn't happy or, more likely, Oprah's people asked her to leave. Or maybe Grease Monkey wanted their uniform back. In any event, we know she wasn't going home to fix dinner for her kids.