ETIQUETTE — 55 words
“Out to in,” she said earlier; my silent mantra as I contemplated the
bewildering array before me. Chose the outermost.
Her parents were quiet for the rest of dinner.
Waiting for a cab, I flipped through the etiquette book she lent me.
Damn. They skipped a course on purpose. Wrong fork.
Tough, dating a WASP.
- In response to “you had a choice in life, buddy. you came to a fork
in your road, which one did you take?”
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