By now you’re aware of my fondness for saying “vagina”. (When I’m at work I try to get For China into a headline.) But this, sent to me by a friend, is gold: Good luck with your vagina, my dear:
Now, I’ve never considered that I need luck with any part of my body, oh, okay, my feet, but one day when I was working in retail, a lady took her leave of me by saying, “Good luck with your vagina, my dear.”
After saying, “Well thank you very much,” I hastened out the back to make a soothing cup of tea just to give myself those precious couple of moments to figure out how a stranger could feel comfortable enough within 10 minutes of meeting me to say that, and how I could think that that was not only reasonable, but polite.
I’d like to end all conversations with women like this. Sure beats “see ya”.