I talk to microwaves.So there you have it. She talks to microwaves. Need a visual?
Life is grand, ain't it?
But you know, there is a dark side to this whole affair. While we're here chuckling at our desks, somewhere out there is a child for whom this is their grandmother. Think about that for a second.
Ok. Now we can start laughing again. And speaking of laughing, you all once again came up with oodles of excellent answers. We got a number of very good takes on the "crazy" theme. There was also an entire category of response, the "titty" joke, which simply hadn't occurred to me (why, I don't know - this is exactly the sort of joke my lewd inner twelve year-old loves).
Now, I don't like to play favorites, and you're all winners (in as much as there are any winners since you all technically got it wrong and are therefore actually all losers), but I do feel the need to mention a couple of my personal favorites. First,
The Award for the Answer Which Most Strongly Appealed to My Lewd Inner Twelve Year-Old:
"Got Milk?" by Wes.[clap clap clap] Well done! Well done!
and The Award for the Most Accurate (in my Not Particularly Valuable Opinion):
"Medications Have Not Diminished My Sense of Humor" by R J Keefe[clap clap clap clap] Bravo! Speech! Speech! Speech!
Ok. You can expect your medals for Supreme Slimbological Sleuthiness to arrive in the mail within 6-8 weeks.
Now, if you're anticipating some insightful analysis as to why this is what her shirt said, I apologize because I have none. Do you?