I sat next to an older lady (yes! older even than me!) at Kid's tennis lesson this afternoon.
Her: That one's yours? The tall blond?
Me: That's mine, all right.
Her: He's beautiful.
Me: God made him that way so we'd let him stay in the house.
Her: Ah. He's one of those gorgeous savage boys. It's easier if one drinks.
Me: Hello, soul mate. I thought you'd be a he, but whatevs.