Dinner party last night with people we hardly know. Nice lot, though still at the 'polite conversation' stage.
Yours truly let his mouth slip when the immaculately manicured trophy wife told the table that she's on a special diet and couldn't possibly eat the pasta.
"I had an assessment done by my crystal healer last week. He told me to cut out wheat, strawberries and spam."
"How did he do that?" another guest asked.
"Well, he swung [insert random crystal name] over my stomach and felt the 'energies'. I'm not sure exactly what he was testing for..."
"Gullibility?" I interjected.
She didn't laugh.