A few days ago G., the lead aesthetician at the spa, celebrated her birthday.
My colleague B. brought in a delicious cake and we performed the obligatory serenade before scarfing down the goodies.
One of us asked, "Anybody got milk?"
B., mother of an infant and currently breastfeeding, jokingly raised her hand, causing all of us to start laughing.
I was staring at B., a bizarre thought in my head, and she caught me at it.
Me: Oh, it's nothing, really!
B.: Seriously, what's going on?
Me: Well, I was just wondering...if a lactating woman were stranded on a desert island, how long could she survive by living off of her own breast milk...?
B.: You're weird, you know that? You read too much!
(Implying, I suppose, that all the fiction I read makes my imagination go wild.)
Me(thinking): *That's not possible. There's no such thing as reading too much.*