My dad recently had surgery and his surgeon was not only one of the top in his field, he was also gorgeous. My sisters and I would anxiously wait for his daily rounds. He was on the quiet side and not much of a jokester so, rather than make jokes and attempt conversation with him, we would respectfully listen to his assessment of dad’s progress, nodding intently, and then drool and swoon after he left.
One day, he made his rounds after lunch. He checked on dad and asked mom how she was doing and mom said she was fine but the fold-out chair/bed she was using was awfully narrow. This statement was more than Bonnie could bear and she commented to the doctor, while batting her lashes and smiling broadly, that perhaps it wasn’t the narrowness of the chair but the wideness of mom’s backside that was the problem.
When the doctor left, mom said, “Bonnie, I can’t believe you said that!!!”
Terry said, “Way to go, Bonnie.”
I said, “You have spinach in your teeth.”