>Who needs an imagination when so many random things fall into my lap? From a phone call with my mom:

The scene: Mom, Granny, and Bubbe eating dinner at a restaurant in the Chicago ‘burbs.

Granny: I’m so full. This food is so rich!
Bubbe: Your pussy is hairy.
Mom and Granny: WHAT?!?!?!
Bubbe (smiling wickedly): Cackle cackle cackle.

This is the quality material I miss witnessing firsthand by living in another part of the country. (Or as Granny might say, CUNT-ry.)