I'm back in Weehawken today. My mom is doing quite well after surgery and well on the road to full recovery.

I'm persona non grata with her plastic surgeon's office manager. I was looking at a booklet they had on implants, and she asked me if I knew anyone who might be interested, and forgetting that the world isn't XPT, I blurted out:

"Bolt-on's RUIN whores."

I'm not completely sure if her offense was my disparaging disdain of implants or my unflattering characterization of their clientele.

I'm sure that patient waiting on the other side of the office took more exception to the latter.