Yesterday I went to the Second Cup across from my office to get my bazillionth tea of the day. The woman in line behind me was ordering a couple of coffees, presumably to take back to the people she works with. The guy behind the counter asked her if any of the coffees were for a specific person (Maria, I think), “because if it is…” “You would have to use lactose-free milk!” the woman finished and broke into maniacal laughter. It was very uncomfortable – the combination of the way she was laughing and the inappropriate length of time she was laughing for really made it seem like she thought that Maria’s lactose intolerance was the funniest thing ever, and not in a supportive-friend kind of way.