*The following story is grosser (more gross?) than this pictureAnd now ladies and gentlemen...I would like to present...the grossest thing ever said to me while eating.
Scene: Local Mexican Food Restaurant
Players: My Mother, Me, Girl who I don't really know but my mom kind of knows...and her newborn baby
ACTION
Mom (To Girl who I don't really know but my mom kind of knows as she carries newborn baby past our table): Oh hi! Let me see that precious baby! (oohs and awws) Jahni, look at this cute thing, isn't he precious? (oohs and awws and stares and wishes for another grandchild)
Me(feigning interest): Oh, he is cute...(goes back to eating my delicious chicken fajitas..don't get me wrong, I love kids, and this one was very cute, but I was hungry and did I mention the delicious chicken fajitas?)
Girl who I don't really know but my mom kind of knows: Thanks, he's ok, we kind of like him I guess, I mean he cries and stuff, but we put up with it, 'cause you know the State makes us and junk
*ok, i may have ad libbed that last part, she was typical joyful new parent..but i swear to you, this next part is the straight truth*
Mom: Well, how are you feeling?
Girl who I don't really know but my mom kind of knows: I'm doing better, I had to have an emergency C-Section because my placenta was rotten.
Yeah. Meal Finished.
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