Thursday, February 14, 2008

Look who's in the room before you say something bone-headed

A Conversation Overheard

…and I swear to you, my baby came out looking like a Mexican. Flat face, and I said, oh hell no, this ain’t my child. And there was this fat, ugly Dominican woman there, and her baby was gorgeous, and I told the nurse, hey, that baby over there, I think it was switched with this baby. I think our babies were switched, ‘cause there’s no way this baby is mine and that one is hers…

At this point I walked out, concerned that her stupidity might be airborne, and I so didn’t feel like catching that particular bug.