And in other news...

This became a comment on this wonderful space but I thought I'd make it a post all on its own, taking off from where this post left off. I am one of those long suffering, child-bearing aged women who is at the receiving end of the typical G.M. I found some seriously politically incorrect ways of dealing with situations.

Few examples.
While on my walk in the neighbourhood. G.M. Pointedly ignoring I am plugged in, which means I am discouraging conversation.
G.M.: You know what Dorkeshwar Kumar did the other day? He went on and on colouring our living room walls with beetroot sticks. I think I am going to send him to the school for the gifted.
Me: Okay. Poor baby at least something to make up for the fact that he can't walk.
G.M. Can't walk? He is running all the time.
Me: Oh! I thought he sits in that (stroller) because something's wrong with his legs or coordination.
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In the park close to home.
GM2: You know what Cranketina Cluelss did the other day? She came to my room wearing my heels. Chooooooo chweet.
Me (Gagging from too much *sigh* chweet): Oh good, she's practicing already. Don't forget to tell her when she grows up that good things come in short packages ok?
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To be fair to me, GM2 is about four feet fuck all. And her husband is a centimeter taller than her.
Needless to say, I have no friends where I live.