“The lady sitting next to me makes eye contact and smiles. She’s grandma age and wearing a statement glam necklace. “How long have you been together?” I choke on water. Full-on spit up all over my dress. “We’re not,” I cough. “Sure, sweets. Sure.” I blame the matching outfits.”

“The lady sitting next to me makes eye contact and smiles. She’s grandma age and wearing a statement glam necklace. “How long have you been together?” I choke on water. Full-on spit up all over my dress. “We’re not,” I cough. “Sure, sweets. Sure.” I blame the matching outfits.”

— Marisa Kanter