What you find, hanging around.

That Girl Who Writes Stuff meets the woman who is to train her in. Read on (click on the source) for more fun:

It just hung there.

A big, saggy, old lady breast the size of my head.

She hadn’t noticed.

And kept talking.

And talking.

And talking.

My co-worker finally coughed and the woman saw what we were looking at.

“Oh. That,” she said, and rolled it back up.