that doesn’t surprise me

Someone came up to me this morning to share a tidbit of information that she thought I would find surprising. I didn’t, actually, and said so. Then I felt kinda bad for taking the wind out of her sails. She obviously wanted me to rail against the idea of it, cry foul, etc. I was reminded of a crazy woman I used to work for who, no matter what you said to her, would respond with “That doesn’t surprise me.” You could say, “Liz, aliens just landed in the front yard. They want us to produce gallons of baby oil, which they will ingest, puke up and fashion into a new spaceship. They said if we don’t produce the baby oil, they will go find babies and extract the oil themselves.” Her response? “That doesn’t surprise me.”

At least when I said it, I was being honest.