What not to say...

When my mom was here we found a cute shoe store on the Miracle Mile. As soon as we walked in the man started kissing up to us and being really annoying. I picked up a shoe (just to look at) and he immediately asked what size shoe I wore and was back in 2 seconds having me try it on. I did, because it seemed like the nice thing to do. When I put it on he said "Oh my gosh, it looks beautiful on your foot and it even covers up your bunion!" My what? First of all, what is a bunion and second of all, do I have one?! I wanted to say, "Yeah, those pants look great on you and they even cover up your fat butt." I didn't say that because I'm a lady, but how rude! So I called Ryan (my medical student) and he insists that I don't have a bunion and that the man was wrong. When I left without purchasing the shoes the "niceness" faded and he was a grumpy, rude man. Tonight Ryan showed me some pictures of bunions and I do not have one. Whew.