Sensitivity fail.

Here is a conversation I had with Lee, a woman in my Introduction to Library Science class, after she noticed I'm not awesome at walking down stairs.

Q: What's wrong with your leg?
A: Oh, I have some trouble walking down stairs.
Q: Why?
A: I had some surgery.
Q: What kind of surgery?
A: Uh...I had some bones removed.
Q: Like Harry Potter? I think Professor Lockheart did the same thing.
A: Yeah, I had the same thing: Quidditch accident.
Q: Hahaha, but no, really: What's wrong with your leg?
A: Uh...Actually, I had osteogenic sarcoma in my leg.
Q: Osteo...?
A: It's a kind of bone cancer.
Q: Oh.
A: Which also explains my terrible haircut.
Q: I always said, if I had cancer, I would get flowers painted on my head. You know, like henna tattoos and stuff.
A (not really): Actually, your scalp is so intensely painful that the best you can even *hope* for is wearing a wig; in actual practice, you would probably go bald because of sheer agony.
A (really): That would be cool.
Q: I know, right?!
Other group members: Awkward silence.
A: So...governmental libraries?