We were waiting with a group of people for the shuttle that would take us to the Medical Center this morning.
EWO complimented a woman's hair (wait for it...wait for it) then when the womans husband who had chemo patches of hair on his head said, "What about mine?" EWO snorted and said, "No, not yours, you're bald!"
oh wait...it gets better...
While the woman softly stroked her husbands back and reassured him that she loved his hair...EWO stood beside me and said:
"You know, my friend in Mexico read on the computer that men--like that guy--pointing to the man she had just insulted...who have belly's that hang over their belts have no sex drive what-so-ever because they're so fat."
As we were standing right by the poor guy he could not help but hear her. The group shot her a stunned look and I grabbed her arm and pulled her away from them.
"Mom. That guy obviously has cancer." I whispered scoldingly to her.
"Oh dear. That poor poor man." She said.
Then proceeded to talk about friends of hers who had died horrible deaths from cancer through the entire shuttle ride to the Medical Center.
How she's lived to reach 83? Is a complete mystery to me.
4 comments:
Oh my! I don't know what else to say but oh my....You are a saint!
(((hugs)))
bad bad EWO. bad!
Cindy: Anyone standing next to her would look like a saint :) I am far from one! *grin*
*hugss back at ya!* :D
Aafrica: Indeedly. Indeedly. She never fails to shock me.
Ugh.
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