When you're temporarily disabled, people treat you like you're 12. →[More:]So I'm walking, ever so slowly on my robocast, back from the ladies' room, and I pass the information desk, and this woman looks at me and says in a gooey voice, "Aaand what did you do to your-self?"

At first I thought maybe it was somebody who works in the building whom I'd met and forgotten and who was just asking about me in an aquaintance-type way, but no, she was a Total Stranger. So I said, "cancer," and kept walking.

No, I didn't really. But I wanted to.