I get on the elevator with 3 women.
One woman: I saw your email… where are you going? Somewhere fun?
Departing woman: Oh. An operation. Breast cancer.
Sudden gasp from pretty much everyone.
Departing woman: We caught it, it has to be removed (She’s smiling).
We stare at the floor, the numbers, anywhere but at her…
Another woman: Will you… do kemo?
Departing woman: Don’t know yet. (Pause) My doctor is hot. Irish, over six foot, beautiful eyes. He had my boob in his hand.
We laugh a little nervous. Then a bit harder.
Me: Did you ask him out?
Departing woman: Damn! I will next time. (Another pause) I should put a lipstick kiss on the side of my boob just before the operation.
Me: Better yet, I’ll get you a Sharpie, you should write your number on there.
Departing woman: (Laughs)
Me: Well at least you know he’s got it.
Departing woman: (Laughs harder, while the rest chuckle nervously)