So I’m at a party last night, when a woman I’ve never met before says hi, and then leans down and pulls back my hair by my left ear. I think she’s checking out my earing. But no, she has pulled back my hair to check out my necklace. That’s ok.
But then she complements my necklace, my lace bra, and my boobs.
Um. Weird social moment. Miss Manners doesn’t seem to cover this.
So I say the first thing that comes into my head. “Thanks. I grew them myself.”
Being in a wheelchair is weird.