Day in the life of...

A lunch-time conversation in the office, and two of the women are talking about feminine appointments. This is the norm; They are older and uninhibited by the younger years of being prim and proper women. They have given birth, they have raised children, and they can hold a hardcore conversation like the best of men. I am unfazed, eating my pasta salad and happily enjoying Wikipedia comic-book lore, until...

Darlene: "And then my doctor stuck his finger up my ass and didn't even ask me!"

Nicki: "Don't you hate that? I always just want to reach around and smack him."

Darlene: "He's such an asshole!"

I am laughing; I can't help it. They're acting so straightforwardly indignant about something so private. They continue bantering for a few more minutes until Darlene goes back out to the main room of the office and Nicki is the only one that's left. She looks at me oddly. She is playfully upset that I'm still giggling at the conversation.

Nicki: "Stop laughing. You're a man and you're young -- you won't need to get a finger up the ass for a few years yet."

Rance: "Oh, I've had it done before."

Nicki: "But not at the doctor's office, I'm sure."

Ow.

I may have won the lunch, but I have not yet won the war.