So, anyway, she stops me in the hall:
Rachel: "You and R are trying to have a kid, right?"
Me: "We've been on a break, but yes..."
Rachel: "Well, let me show you what you have to look forward to! (points at a stain on her jacket) Charles got snot all over my jacket this morning!"
Then, for some random reason, she started telling me all about her labor and delivery. It was gross. I kept trying to get away, but she wouldn't shut up. Then:
Rachel: "I know y'all have had some miscarriages... my mom was an alcoholic and drug addict... and she had, like, 9 miscarriages before she carried full-term with me... not to discourage you or anything..."
What the fuck?! Clearly, her mom had a drug problem, which may or may not have contributed to all of her miscarriages. But where is the connection to me and R? We don't do drugs, we don't drink, we don't smoke, etc. Was she equating gay-ness with drug addiction?
Oh, wait. It gets worse.
Rachel: "Well, I haven't had a miscarriage, but I've had some abortions, and it's the same thing..."
Oh, no she didn't! I think all those drugs her mom did must have fried her brain in-utero. The nerve of some people!