On a recent trip to my hometown, my brother, sister and I went out to dinner with our mother. My brother told us a story about his 20-something son, who is looking for work in the college town where he lives. Apparently he had overheard something disturbing at one place and mentioned it to the interviewer.
“Oh, she’s just a crazy bipolar (witch),” the interviewer said.
Appalled, I leaned across the table, looked my brother in the eye and said, “Your sister’s bipolar.”