Conversation this morning:
Old Biddy: "Just keep getting lower and lower, huh?" (looking at my sweater)
Me: (astonished) What are you talking about? This is a tank top. (Pointing to the tank top I'm wearing under the sweater, thinking maybe she's so insane she thinks my bra is peeking out)
Old Biddy: Laughs indulgently, walks away.
Did she just call me the office whore? Did she just comment that my tops were getting lower and lower cut as if I was skanking it up?
What the fucking fuck? Seriously, I'm sorry, should I also make sure my elbows, knees and ankles are covered at all times? I wouldn't want to drive the menfolk mad with lust.
Holy fucking Christ you are totally out of your mind.
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