I was just at lunch with a co-worker when an older woman walked up to me.
“I’m sorry to interrupt, but I just have to tell you something.”
I was thinking that she had been listening to our talk of weddings and honeymoons, but this is what the old woman said,
“You have a very distinctly Polish shaped nose.”
It took all I had in me not to burst out laughing, because it has to be one of the most random comments I’ve heard in quite a while.
I’m not Polish, as a matter of fact, but I did marry a man with some Polish in him.
I guess our kids are destined to have distinctly Polish shaped noses.
(And no, people, I’m not pregnant.)