the old man i work for is very sick. he is also very vain.
he is 85. i am 29. he calls me a "dumb broad." i take this as a compliment. so we have an odd dynamic, to say the very least.
when the old man asks me if he looks ill, i know the proper response. instead, i look him in the eye and say he looks a few days removed from a street fight. an impropriety that, based on the subsequent laugh, was, in fact, the proper thing.