Husband overheard the following conversation between a blond woman in her 30s and her gay friend as she worked out on an elliptical machine and he sweated it out on the treadmill next to her:
Bitch 1: So I think my maid is stealing from us.
Bitch 2: No way, honey! What are you going to do?
Bitch 1: I called my mom, and she said, "What did you think was going to happen? The help stole from us all the time."
Bitch 2: Tsk, tsk.
Bitch 1: Plus, I don't think the nanny does enough. When I'm playing with my children, the nanny should be cleaning.
Bitch 2: (Sighing heavily.) Good help is so hard to find. I am so sorry you have to deal with this.
Yes, folks, it is a damn good thing that I was not there to witness this.