There were three ladies next to us. The first thing I noticed was this:
Tattoos: One thing that does NOT get better with age. |
Lady running the workshop: "Ok, know I see resemblance... who's related??"
Younger Woman: "Yep! She's my mom (points to older woman #1)
Older Woman #1: "She's lucky enough to have two moms!"
Lady running the workshop: "How wonderful! Did you know, I made 700 rainbow necklaces for this year's PRIDE parade in NYC and sold them ALL? (continues conversation...)So it all was apparent to me. The younger woman was the daughter of the one lady who had a female partner.
Now. My grandmother got in the car, and although she was actually the one sitting the closest to them, she did not eavesdrop like I did. So I decided to bring up the awful looking ankle tattoo first, and then started talking about how the lady running the workshop had made 700 necklaces for pride. Babcia finally started questioning how I knew all this and I told her that the ladies sitting next to her were lesbians and that she was talking to them about it and I was listening...
THEN THE LIGHT GOES ON...
"THEY SAID PARTNERS...I thought they were BUSINESS PARTNERS!" -BabciaOye.
Xifaxin and Xolair,
Justine
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