Once the realtor took us inside the building, we sat around a nice conference table to begin the discussion.
Lady: So I know who you two are, but you are…
Bubbie: We are her parents.
Lady: Hi mother, Hi Daddio…
Now, immediately it took a turn when Penn was somehow brought up.
Lady: Penn? When I hear Penn I think cancer and you know, I’m a survivor.
Hubby: What kind did you have?
Lady: Breast cancer
(Bubbie and my eyes immediately met- because more people survive than don’t because YOU CAN CUT THEM OFF!!!!! *I have no anger issues.)
Lady: (to me and my mom, more me) You should really get checked! I had my mammogram and 6 months later I had a huge tumor.
Me: (to mom, sarcastically) Yeah, I’ll go get checked
Hubby: She has cancer.
Lady: What kind do you have?
Me: Lung cancer.
Anyhow, after that lovely convo, the rest of the sell was geared towards me and Daddio.