“People are not created equal,” says Miss Mint.
I blink at her. I review the previous conversation for anything that might have lead to this sudden burst of wisdom.
“Why do you have so little hair on your legs?” she had asked.
“I don’t know. It grows like that, for me. On my arms it grows like anything!”
She examines my arm perfunctorily and declares “I will murder you if you call this ‘too much’!!”
“It’s nice, though,” I said cheerfully, “All fuzzy. I like it.”
“People are not created equal!” declares Miss Mint.
People around me are often struck by the strangest revelations.