I'm back after a week plus away for some science-related stuff.
I was rudely brought back to reality with this airport bathroom conversation.
An elderly woman was using the handicap stall. Her daughter (or caretaker?), who was in her mid-thirties, started talking to her from outside the stall.
Daughter: Are you doing okay?
Old Woman: Oh, yes, dear.
D: So, I have your rings here. What do you want to do with them?
O.W.: Oh, I can't just wear them?
D: No, remember that they are falling off your finger?
O.W.: Oh, yes. What can I do then?
D: Hmm... well... Oh! You could wear them on your middle fingers!
O.W.: Oh. Would people think I'm a LESBIAN then?
D: Uh, no, I don't think that's what it means.
It was a good thing I was already in a stall because I'm pretty sure I otherwise would have peed my pants from laughing so hard.
