Ouch.

It's a scene I've witnessed many times in my life. Only this time it took a painful twist.

I'm talking to a coworker, playing Jewish Geography. "Do you know Raizy Finkel? I think she lives right near you?"

I nod. "Sure I know her! And I also know her granddaughter, Suri-"

She cuts me off before I get to finish, to explain how I know said granddaughter. "Oy, Suri. Nebach she needs a shidduch already."

The end of my sentence dies in my throat. "-she was a classmate of mine in high school."

Ouch. Just ouch.