Let me file that under "Eeeewwwww!"

I was told the most horrid conversation ever today.

It was told to me by E who was having a conversation with a customer (Old Dear OD).

E, Did you hear that conversation I was having with that woman?

Craigy, Can't say I did.

E, She said fanny to me. Old women shouldn't say fanny.

Grossed out yet?

No? Then read on.

E, She was telling me that she has a collapsed womb.

Uncomfortable, but not completely horrid.

E, She explained that she didn't want to go the Doctor, as she had just bought a finger glove and was just pushing it back up when it popped down.

That's it, that's the line being crossed right there. I mean really? If my intestines were falling out every day and I had to put them in I would certainly go to the Doctor. Let alone if it was my man sack opening up and dropping my stones out.

Imagine that!

E, I told her that she should go to the Doctor about it as that's just not right and she said....

Brace yourself.

OD, There's no need to trouble the Doctor with it dear. I've been doing this for two years now.

That sound is people wrenching having just read this.