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open mouth. insert foot.

I was at Panera with my mom, sitting in a booth and enjoying some amazing tomato soup. We were talking about how I have a lot of Type A personality friends. My mom piped up, “Now Mrs. Lady (name changed for fear of my mom getting pissed off) … That Mrs. Lady is the bossiest person I’ve ever met.” My mom then gasped and looked horrified. I turned and saw the unmistakable haircut of who else but Mrs. Lady. What could I do but start laughing at a volume that is slightly louder than what is socially acceptable.