Overheard in the Ladies'

So I'm sittin in a stall (yes, that's what I was doin, like it's any of your bidness), and I hear three giggly younguns come in. One says, "My hair. . . ." Another says, "I got on a girdle and my bra's cuttin me."

"Really? You're wearin a girdle?"

"Yeah, girl. I'm fat."

I flush and come out, makin for one of the sinks. Without lookin around, I say, "NONE of y'all knows what 'fat' is."

Stunned silence.

Then gales and gales of laughter, upon which I made my exit.