Today was our annual office Thanksgiving potluck. As I am on the company events committee, I stayed behind after everyone had eaten to clean up the mess. Because I was wearing a silk shirt and washing dishes, I put on an apron to prevent water from splashing onto my shirt.
At one point, one of the mailroom guys walked in, took one look at me washing dishes in my apron, and said "you're going to make a good wife someday."
I'll take it as a compliment with insulting undertones.
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