My father's parents came over for dinner tonight. I felt a little uncomfortable after the following conversational tidbits:
[about a Brazilian painter we know]
Mom: "He fired everyone in the gallery."
Dad: "Almost everyone. [He fixes me with a serious look] He kept two Latins."
[about the quality of Walmarts pants v. Brooks Brothers pants]
Grandpa: "The only difference is which Oriental makes them."
[continuing the pants argument]
Dad: Well, it's not the fabric, but the stitching, the quality of the seams-it'll last longer. But who knows how long you're going to last? [Dad, Grandma, and Grandpa all laugh uproariously. I blink.]