My mother turned the most mudane conversation into a completely uncomforatable experience today.
You see, we were simply talking about shoes. I’m not a big shoe-type guy, so at one point I mentioned that I felt that shoes were little more than foot protection. And then she noted that I was going to be needing a lot of foot protection soon. Only “foot” was a euphamism.
There’s a story about why exactly I’d be needing such a thing, but we’ll save that for a more appropriate time.