If you want to hear the prize, let me tell you a story from this past summer at the public pool.
I'm sitting there putting sunscreen on DD, when the lady on the next chair over introduces herself, saying she likes to get to know her temporary pool "neighbors" a little bit. Hokay, not really my style but I'm not against being polite. She appears to be in her late 20's, perhaps early 30's, and she has two young school-aged children with her. She has a good figure, but she's wearing a VERY revealing swimsuit, one I wouldn't have expected to see on anyone over about age 18.
Five minutes or so passes, and she pipes up with,
"She's cute. Bet you love taking the grandbaby out for the day."
"Actually, this is my daughter."
Oh, awkward. So she tries again ...
"Really? Wow, you don't look young enough. Oh, I mean, you look like you might be old enough to have a teen who got pregnant, you know?"
OK, so now I'm not only an old hag, but I've probably got an unwed mother for a child? What I really wanted to say was, "Lady, I really suggest that you just shup up now before you hurt yourself" but I didn't; I was determined to try to be polite. I just sort of smiled vaguely and said, "I hope not anytime soon -- my oldest is only 12."
At this point she FINALLY lapses into silence, but only for a while. Her next sally (I kid you not) was,
"Well anyway, your husband is one good-looking man. He's really HOT!"
Me, sighing: "Well, I'll be sure to tell him that you think so."