Two middle-aged women, friends since childhood, meet for lunch. After orders are placed one of them says to the other, "Carol, we have been sitting here for 15 minutes and you have yet to stop fidgeting - is everything alright?"
Carol looks up at her old friend and says, "Well, to be completely honest Linda, I'm wearing one of those torso-control girdles and it's about two sizes too small - it's impossible for me to get comfortable."
Linda reacts with a gasp. "Carol, why in the world are you wearing a girdle? We have been friends far too long to be worried about appearances!"
"Oh no Linda, it's not for appearances. You see, I found out a few weeks ago that my husband Ritchie has been having an affair, and not only that, but he's been gambling heavily and I suspect he may be stealing from his employer to pay his losses. Also, our teenage daughter Erin has been acting a bit strange and I suspect she's pregnant. To top it all off, the other day when I was doing the laundry I found a large bag of what I think was cocaine in my sons pants."
"Oh my god Carol! That is all horrible! But what does that have to do with your wearing a girdle two sizes too small?"
"Well, when I get home and can take the damn thing off, then, briefly, it really feels good to be alive."
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